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The hunger, even feltby the adequately clothed,the adequately fed, theadequately housed..the hunger without a name,a smell, a taste,without an image..

The floods have ruined the British vegetable growers.Tough. Butthe supermarkets will just buy elsewhere,we'll hardly notice, apart from TV's brief..

and there’s this guy,hits my poems every daydevotedlythat’s a lot of poemsdoesn’t read them,just hits themto dropp another 1 in the voting boxon new..

So much has travelled from the East to Westthat it’s surprising that those three great forceswhich the Indians knew so well, are notin Western..

When a metaphor on blessed wingsflies to the heart like Mary’s doveor when you seek it, you grimed with earth,in the darkest places of the heartstill..

'We never care for the present moment. We are so foolish that we wander in times that are not ours, and never think of the only time that belongs to..

It's like trudging home aftera heavy day at the workface,you open the front doorand the house is rent with upraised voices -all the children adding..

that moment when …when memory first opened its treasured albumand began to make our picture of ourselves -it belongs to all of us, to each of us.it’s..

Do you rememberthat your first bikewith all its magic,had a smell?Do you remember?Do you rememberwhen you first saw itand all your senseswent on full..

The door creaks as she opens itand the fall of the heavy iron latchechoes through the empty church.The atmosphere inside, this cold day,is heavy, as..

Saints.Like swans, gliding untroubled so it seemsto us, lazing on the river bankof a Seurat summer Sunday afternoon,gliding over the surface of the..

Defense = retribution = aggression

Everything’s going well,you seem to have everything arrangedas you like it: you glance intothe banqueting hall, the chandeliersparkles above the..

Not death - no poem's yet been writon that - but that dark door and passagewhere everything, all that one knows of lifemust be surrendered, in the..

The dark cloud.It sits around your heador inside it, more like.Around your mind,or inside it.Around your heart,or inside it.Does it reach your..

As the new year’s evening classfiled in, in varying displays of enthusiasm or cool,discreetly summing up their tutoryou couldn’t help but notice..

Why should mankind not facethe thought of afterlife?For half the world or so,there is no great concern:in time you just come round againto improve..

What is it doing on the clean carpet,that bit of pink something?Not a curse upon the house-proudnor a criticising comment on the housekeeper,or..

The teenager around the house,confronted with the suggestion thatGod smiles on him, would berabbit-stunned beyond reaction;but, inspect him..

Yes – we read the world wrong,and say that it deceives us,said Tagore…just imagine, if the snake said,you can’t see me… no, I’m justa stick of..

and it’s difficult to say exactlywhat they do, orhow useful that task really isfor like the ideal rulersof ancient China,the better they do their..

Darling, we need to talk...no not here and now; in private..it's about synecdoche...yes, I know you thought that it's justone of those things that..

but some morningswhile of course you’d like to writea poem, there’s nothing there;so you read a poem that ‘someone else’ wrotethough of course it’s..

Suppose a smile.Suppose it always, with a smile.Suppose the sun to shine,shine with a smile;suppose the rain to fall and smilesmile at the earth;the..

I shouldn’t really be telling you thissince it was told me by a brother Freemason;but hey! what’s the point of a secretif you can’t tell it to..