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Places In Poetry: Brighton
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Saturday, 7 March 2009. No stations south,. No further southern counties,. On High white shelves,. Worn Out in Flats,. From Clean White Collapses. I passed here years ago. In a world of wind and cloud'. These massive stairs,. Fields end spliced,. The rhyming unheard of. Above the sea's seathing. Edges slip uniformly,. The White Bird passes. The Isle of Wight then:. On Solent apron,. Lapped by waves,. Two beached craft still:. Not to enjoy summer. Enter in the hotel room. You took no notice'.
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Places In Poetry: February 2009
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Saturday, 21 February 2009. Eltham Palace Woolwich Ferry. Down from the hill. Asks me to leave her ship. And narrow dead ends. Posted by angel of. Thursday, 19 February 2009. View From Normanton Church Rutland Water. I, a child. Made your death my own. To save you, from you. I've seen perfect fields. Past your dream of hills. Rope and lovely bridges. Flat canals, shored up. Fed crimson from Bosworth Field. Past the gym clothed. Trip me with their narrow thoughts. Pause, at St. Marys Church. Under a Silve...
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Gyrwe | Invert Level
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March 1, 2010 · 11:54 am. Leaving Jarrow to soar abroad, but it’s impossible to leave, The Undiscovered Country of Jarrow. My Uncle wasn’t joking anymore, his black headstone lined up with the rest, his name arched in golden words, and that was it. But within the hallowed ground perimeter are inscriptions on Dead Children’s Graves, who, like buntings and finches, lived only briefly, their spirit’s even more faint, claim existence with their tiny names. Who was little Phoebe? Filed under West Boldon.
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Valley View | Invert Level
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November 26, 2009 · 11:12 am. His tormentor, an informal gas meter emptier, a sallow Kasper-like Kes figure, was suggestively implying Robert resembled a monkey. From stage left, a detective and a uniformed officer, emerged from a sky blue and white Hillman Imp, approaching us. Kasper, when asked his name, replied Tony Hancock, adding it’s based on body parts, pointing at them in order (Toe Knee Hand C*ck). ‘Comedian, Eh? The Filth replied both Police Men, exiting left. Neon Licht, schimmendes Neon Licht’.
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Invert Level | Copy of Alphaville | Page 2
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Newer posts →. November 14, 2009 · 10:51 am. If unemployed in Jarrow, Hebburn or Felling get a bicycle. Obviously, due to Karmic Instant Electric Prods, do not handle a Stolen Bicycle. Carry a bag of seeds from Gregories in Jarrow Arndale for Slow Release. (Nutrition and Energy). Spend time Researching in Jarrow Library. Remember, Before The Jarrow March and before Jarrow was Tarnished, Jarrow Library was a Temperance Place not a Gin Palace. ASDA’s HQ is Leeds, also an Israeli. If distribution, though is...
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blue plaque: Edge - "The illusion of a Greek necessity"
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Friday, 27 February 2009. Edge - "The illusion of a Greek necessity". The woman is perfected. Body wears the smile of accomplishment,. The illusion of a Greek necessity. Flows in the scrolls of her toga,. Feet seem to be saying:. We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,. One at each little. Pitcher of milk, now empty. Them back into her body as petals. Of a rose close when the garden. Stiffens and odors bleed. From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
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blue plaque: Slack Road Heptonstall Yorkshire
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Saturday, 14 February 2009. Slack Road Heptonstall Yorkshire. Although this is called Hardcastle Crags its more like Sylvia Plath walking out of. Heptonstall along Slack Road. Flintlike, her feet struck. Such a racket of echoes from the steely street,. Tacking in moon-blued crooks from the black. Stone-built town, that she heard the quick air ignite. Its tinder and shake. A firework of echoes from wall. To wall of the dark, dwarfed cottages. But the echoes died at her back as the walls. Riding in the full.
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blue plaque: "on the morning of February 11, 1963"
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Tuesday, 10 February 2009. On the morning of February 11, 1963". On the morning of February 11, 1963". Posted by angel of. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). These Sylvia Plath poems are here out of reverence to the American poet.". This is a Sylvia Plath homage site with. Geographical and information context". The Best Sylvia Plath Critical Analysis Book. Edge - The illusion of a Greek necessity. Slack Road Heptonstall Yorkshire. Sculptor (1958) by Sylvia Plath. Southward Over Kentish Town.
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blue plaque: Mirror
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Wednesday, 11 February 2009. I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful- - The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,. Searching my reaches for what she really is.
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