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Poem Of The Week - Christopher Morley

I don’t know if it is obvious from the commentaries on the poems I run here but for me one of the things makes a poem for me is the context; it’s relationship to my life. Sometimes I read a poem that doesn’t move me right then but I know that what’s missing is not with the poem, it’s the context. I have the right poem but not at the right time. Read more →

Poem Of The Week - Roger McGough

This is another in my sporadic series of poems from places where you might not expect poetry- I heard about it on Top Gear I don’t remember who it was but one of the celebrities in the “Star in a reasonably priced car” section of an old re-run quoted a line from it and I had to look it up.  Good poetry is the kind that is found every-where. Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death Read more →

Poem Of The Week - Sylvia Plath

I’m not sure where or when or how I first came across Sylvia Plath or even this poem but I love the tempo and music and sense of fun of the villanelle form and I love this poem.  In it Sylvia Plath combines the madness of madly-in-love with spiritual insight.  Or maybe I just made that up inside my head… Mad Girl’s Love Song I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; Read more →

Poem Of The Week - Pablo Neruda

I discovered Pablo Neruda through the movie Patch Adams starring Robin Williams. I loved the movie and loved the poem. Since then I’ve become a fan of all Pablo Neruda’s work but this one is still my favourite. I’ve been dabbling with learning Spanish so I can read Pablo Neruda’s work in it’s original tongue as well as the works of César Vallejo and Federico García Lorca- I seem to have a soft spot for Spanish language poetry. Read more →

I Dreamt with the Brass Buddha

Bill Barton 7/12/1921 - 10/4/2010 I Dreamt with the Brass Buddha Smooth cold skin, tarnished and collecting dust. He is a twin. His brother was a courting gift from my mother to my father. I ask the Buddha if my father has rejected Buddhism or embraced it so deeply it is beyond me to recognise. He smiles and a drop of sweat beads on the folds of his chest Read more →