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Fabric
Richard Meier
‘At midnight on our third and final date / I stepped inside her Edwardian conversion / to find a stripped-pine, bookless space.’
Dark Night
Ben Okri
‘On a night when my soul was damp / I found in the street a dark lamp. / The moon was cold and green, / The sky had a sinister sheen’
Face to Face
Tomas Tranströmer
ʻThe birds refused to fly and the soul / grated against the landscape.ʼ
I had wondered about the signs of burning
John Kinsella
‘None of it made sense. The house shows / no signs – the old core of the house as it is now – / of fire, of giving up the ghost.’
A Spell For Going Safely Forth By Day
Jynne Martin
‘The hunter pushes a bullet beneath his tongue to fix his aim, / or is it to stave off his thirst?
Post-Elegy
Wayne Miller
‘After the plane went down, / the cars sat for weeks in long-term parking. / Then, one by one, they began to disappear / from among the cars of the living.’
Saturday Night
Lavinia Greenlaw
‘Do they dance for those creatures / whose unmade selves / come unbuttoning out of the dark?’
The Old Fuel
Emily Berry
‘And I'm / cranking out oodles of love the way an old spaghetti machine / cranks out spaghetti.’
I’m more the drunken slut kind of feminist, or A Treatise on Political Philosophy at the Apex of American Empire
Megan Levad
‘Out of the Zeitgeist / and onto the party barge.’
Accidental
Sadaf Halai
‘Of the 36 views of Fuji, this one is the strangest: / the great wave off Kanagawa, frozen and tempestuous, / both sound and silence.’
