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Leigh Hunt: Jenny Kiss’d Me (opens the original)
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A small one today. To remind us that small things are our saviours. And because I know it off by heart. And because my mother (and her father) liked it.Happy Friday.KateJenny Kiss’d MeJenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in:Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me,Say I’m growing old, but add,Jenny kissed me.
Stuart Henson: The Price (opens the original)
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William Sieghart, in his notional Poetry Pharmacy, prescribes this one for dissatisfaction with one’s life.He says this is “to prompt some reflection on how lucky you are, and how no matter how much the grass may look greener, there’s no such thing as the perfect life. So, remember to enjoy the one you have, and be proud of the choices and experiences that got you here.”But my feeling on reading it is less of gratitude, more vertigo. Teetering on the edge of “What might have been” and feeling th
Charles Causley: Timothy Winters (opens the original)
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Simon Armitage: Mother, Any Distance (opens the original)
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Look, it’s very hot, the kids are underfoot (and they’re so BULKY these days) and some people seem to think this is a jolly glorious Mediterranean summer.On the other hand, we just watched the first half of Chariots of Fire with those same lumbering children. And despite lots of pausing to discuss the mysteries of the amateur code and anti semitism and muscular Christianity, they were actually pretty into it. And they even indulged our sighing over the bits we remembered best, and even stopped t
AE Stallings: Auguries (opens the original)
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Briefly today. I can’t imagine how hard it is to pull off work that rhymes, and does so without wrenching. I also like how conversational it is, with it’s “that’s good?” and “I often think”. But the images and ideas are still complex and dense and take some thinking through. That waning moon for example. In fact that whole stanza is fabulous.Right. On on.KateAuguriesThe wilted season: peacocks drop their tails,The vines drop leavesAnd wear a bunch of raisins on their sleeves.The scoured sky pale
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