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1988. January.
Day 27
(Kulta)
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A bird’s fossil in the dense sea-groyne
(The
Blood Rules—Fear. 5)
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A blind alley not three shoulders wide
(The
Blood Rules—Fear. 4)
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A faith that’s tantamount to trees
(E and
D––Emily
Dickinson)
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A juvenile thing it is, to be told, changing
sandals,
(Leaving)
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A peeping Tom, I’ve shot four petting
couples,
(Confidential)
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A quintet of prophets once made a raid
(Bedtime
Story)
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A stone’s throw down the field from the
Ridge Mill
(Ridge
Mill)
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A young lady sat down a jif
(Old Folks’
Do)
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Above the bay of sand and the birth-caps of
foam
(La
Belle Lectrice)
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After the visit to the sulphur geysers
(Waitoma
Cave)
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After the waters broke
(Prayer
for my grandson)
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Against catastrophe.
Take Wild Angelica . . .
(Charm)
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Allow the backward camera of the mind
(For
an Album)
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allow the easter’s
(make
time)
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An embryo with a bloodshot eye
(The
Cry of the Gull)
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And even could I adumbrate, in signs
(Being
Here)
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And I stóp the phóne,
you will néver cáll
(It
Is More a Case)
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And now the rain is beginning, and she is
(Elektra––Isis)
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And we have art.
On the back wall of the Garden
(Art)
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And we have training
(Training)
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ants
(The
Poisons of Spring)
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April is a sound after silence
(April)
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As
far as sensual hindrance will allow
(Nets
I Cannot Pass)
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As on a gilt trecento board
(Grandmother and Child)
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As we sizzle along the roads in Umbria,
car-top glints
(Miracle)
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At least I was lucky.
I managed
(Death’s
Head)
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At night on my four unequally
knackered
(Litterbug)
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At thirteen she did not want
(The
Night Porter)
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Before Hitler’s bombs made their pits
(Country
Matters)
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Before you could crawl
(Dreamer)
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Behind the barn, half-barn-size and half-seen
(Genesis
at Up Marden)
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Boys then as now did not go with their mums
(Mother)
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But for a particle of heaven, finding
(The
Red Hotel)
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But such inspiration
(The
Blood Rules—Prelude. 3)
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Butterflies feed
(The
Blood Rules—Fear. 1)
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Calabrian autumn and late morning chill, and
still
(The
Political Prisoner)
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Cats exercised in the garage. Cats
(Cat
Woman)
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daughter you have bad dreams
(Bad
Dreams)
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Death came out of the forest hill
(Portsmouth Elegy—5.
The
Sacred Things)
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Do not, my soul, try to hunt
(Catkin-blurs)
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Do you remember the house we rented
(The
Cliff House)
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Don’t expect I shall be the same again
(The
Pain of Helena Nagel—1)
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Dragging through city or sea
(The
Blood Rules. Prelude. 1)
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dream catcher
(sleep
guard)
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Facts: you are here
(Pelicans,
Volcanoes)
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Feed Baby a new a new jar of pap
(Laughter,
Taste, Docility)
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Fey, unoriginal, refracting
(Elektra––Elektra)
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flat carving
(figurine)
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For the moment the thin tea and the floury
scones
(Rye)
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For three years, while at large
(Goatmoth)
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For whom do we deck, prepare, groom
(Christmas
Eve)
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Forest and flat, wigs of lichen sewn
(Finland)
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Great to have the translating angel
(The
Big Issue)
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Guinevere had, lustrously aside
(Zen)
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Habits urbane, even debonair
(Bertram’s
Way)
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He has docked cargoes with weird provenance
(Rum
Lot)
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He is the victim, speaks for a perished
species:
(Elektra––Her fashion
now)
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He is your baby.
Or your daughter’s or granddaughter’s
(Child)
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He kept him prisoner for days
(Epigram––He
kept him)
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He must destroy what has destroyed
(Aries)
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He smears the wall with shit and phlegm and
blood
(The
Moral Maze)
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Heavy alarm on the gross bass drum
(Striptease)
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Hello, a butterfly hot enough hops
(Trogonoptera
Brookiana)
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Her arm around his neck, his meaty hand
(The
Kiss)
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Her chiffon scarf quiffed stiffly under the
jib. . .
(Wych
Hazel)
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Her thumb caressed the young lifeline of
(Oracle)
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High wind at Whitsuntide and all week
(An
Age Turns)
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His laugh no refuge, the safe
(Elektra––The god of the
woods)
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I alchemist on a fir-covered isle
(The
Blood Rules—Pain. 5)
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I am a god, a membranous whirl, a powerful
(Dragonfly)
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I Am A Sweated Industry
(I
am a sweated industry)
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I am the terrified ache
(The
Blood Rules—Pain. 1)
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I am up late, there is a doorbell
(3
a.m.)
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I can be assured to find her most days
(Taurus)
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I did not know I loved that pair
(She
Prays That God Is Still In Pain)
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I don't expect to unpick your brain
(The
Cleaner)
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I fed the monotonous shore
(I
Fed)
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I give them to children to play with
(Conjurer)
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I have a door open onto the hot forest
(The
Blood Rules—Light. 3)
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I have no trouble with parallel universes
(Reserve)
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I lie rough in sun-baked skin-oil
(She
Runs Through Running Water)
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I love the flow of you
(the Alexine poems—2.
lullwater)
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I met God in a downtown street
(Hard
Cheese)
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I remember many a time when lust
(Centaurs)
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I remember the pier at Southsea
(Portrait
of a Lady)
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I size up windows from the garden’s end
(The
Windows)
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I still think of boyhood bookshops, the time
I took
(What
Horror’s About)
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I take my children to the wood. Damn love
(The
Pain of Helena Nagel—2)
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I think of you
(Wedding)
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I was born with earache.
My first
(Street
Games)
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I watch at the fisherboy’s shoulder
(Dead
Serpentine)
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I will have no more fiction. She is
(Elektra––The
moonstone)
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I write to you, who are still part of me
(Letter
to Crispin)
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I, lame god,
hide, muttering in my teeth
(The
Birth of Venus)
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I’ll not forget
(Your
Smell of Now)
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I’ve seen the leaf constrained to come
(Elektra––Time’s Steady
State)
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If in your dream my dream might softly enter
(Anniversary)
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If it moves kill it
(The
Blood Rules—Fear. 3)
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If you are set on travelling
(The
Mental Traveller)
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In a reticule of sunlight among grass-blades
(Trauma)
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In chapped armour, low in esteem, the Devil
rode
(The Devil’s Ride)
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In dreams I am various me’s from past
layers
(The
Company of Selves)
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In my garden fluff-heads and bald eyes
(Feel
Good)
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In the pond net we use
(Copulation)
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In the sea-seasoned black timber
(Full
Fathom Five)
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Instead of bone it uses a kind of plastic
(Alien
Anatomy)
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is it suntans or wallets
(port
isaac)
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it is no good giving in
(children
of the new forest)
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It rains every day at three,
(Cedar
Key)
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It was the sort of sun that towed our
children
(Too
Many Children For One Garden)
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It’s ten to one in the pouring street
(Gone)
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It’s time we worshipped the moon again
(It’s
Time)
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Its rôle, iniquitous in the dark scene’s
rear
(Look,
Grief, Alive)
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Jesus looked up from the tortured olive grove
(Jesus
Looked Up)
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Just for the pleasure of circling the curtained urbs
(Nip
Out)
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Kids no more, though captains of chugging
toys
(The
Hobbyists)
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Last night, like a new cause, my death began
(My
Death Began)
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Let us go to the necropolis
(Ta
Hes Visits Her Tomb)
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Like a roving planetoid that might have hit
us
(Lunacy)
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Long before you died they’d altered it
(Portsmouth Elegy—3. Imperfect
City)
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Love juice, semen, saliva, blood
(Love
Juice)
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Love, perhaps?
Perhaps I loved
(Love
Story—6. Love, Perhaps)
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Low-lying along the estuary
(Depot)
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Luckily the configurated space
(Making
Sense Luckily)
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Madam, I must object to what you are
(Life
Styles)
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Male body.
Hot. Your
chest is a precipice
(Her
Answer)
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Middens and palaces, satchel and tramcar
(Fracture)
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My delicate dear child.
I can hold your
(The
Pain of Helena Nagel—4)
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My father hugged his hod
(Dad)
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My guilt is I let you die, mother
(Portsmouth Elegy—4.
Black Mountains)
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My parents had one of their rows.
(Heirloom)
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Near a craggy islet, chucked by the wind,
rising
(Air
Combat)
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Nicely, heart’s bawd, your words caress
(Love
Story—4. Conscience)
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Noise outside at midnight in trees
(Chimes)
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Not civet’s ooze nor Magie by Lancôme
(It
Smells of Mortality)
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Not far from Troy
(Iron
Age)
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Not sixteen, I swam the streets
(Night Walks)
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October sheds menstrual leaves
(October)
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Oh gather the heart that’s done away
(E
and D—Dorothy Parker)
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Oh, bloody hills, darker and vaster
(Love
Story—7. She)
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Old man’s pipe ashes
(Black
Sun)
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On Lago di Garda: a time to collect thoughts
(Thanatos)
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On the cliff-top in a volcanic moon
(The
Blood Rules—Coda. 2)
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On the farthest corner of the green shore
(Portsmouth Elegy—1.
Tide
Out and Gull Angel)
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On the square, tumbled out
(On
the Square)
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only from Thought’s dolphin
(The Red Poem)
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Out of the Laplacian the mandrill comes
(The
Laplacian)
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Peroxide was a domestic
(Hospitals)
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Promise, she said.—Although we’d said
(Love
Story—5: Promise)
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Protopopov and Belousova, a few thanks
(Olympic)
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Red gouts of magma catapult and fall
(Word
Game)
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Resign your last stitch of repute
(Love
Story—2. Second Encounter: Town)
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Revenge does not discriminate
(Kosovo
1999)
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Road gripped with frost, with scarce and
flinty nails
(Car
Drive)
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Rock,
city, in your after-fever sleep
(Faustus)
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