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Two Poems
Kaddy Benyon
‘Sometimes I am so afraid my envy / will hack at your figs, strawberries, / or full-bellied beans, I dig my fists / into my pockets and nip myself.’
Two Poems
Sean Borodale
‘To be honest, this is dark stuff; mud, tang / of bitter battery-tasting honey. The woods are in it.’
Blue Sky Thinking
Gillian Clarke
‘Let’s do this again, ground the planes for a while and leave the runways to the racing hare.’
The Making of the English Landscape
Simon Armitage
It’s too late now to start collecting football shirts,/bringing them back from trips abroad as souvenirs:
The Self-Illuminated
Don Paterson
‘One, perhaps his psalter, / the other, a manuscript, or a portable altar.’
Oak
Jamie McKendrick
‘When my father saw an advert in the Echo / for a big house at a peppercorn rent / he rang.’
Flying Towards a Country of Rain
Wang Yin
‘Paper phantoms sit beside me / watching a two-hour movie.’
The Day Etta Died
John Burnside
‘I was marking a stack of essays / on Frank O’Hara / and each had a Wiki- / paragraph to say / who Genet was.’
Self-Portrait as Amnesiac
John Burnside
‘Shoeboxes lined with eggs and empty / pomegranates drying in a bowl, / mousebones and wicker, chess pieces, muddled coats.’
