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4 poems available

Tough, explicit and wickedly clever - Alan Brownjohn

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John Whitworth

B. 1945 D. 2019

4 poems available

The rhymes and the rhythms are my wet paint - John Whitworth

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6 poems available

the irresistible clarity of images [are] so right they deliver an almost physical connection, joining poem and reader as her swifts do, 'fluid, / workmanlike, fixing rips in the sky'. ? Sarah Crown, Guardian

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2 poems available

I write because my ink must flow like blood. The written must be spoken. Patience Agbabi

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Jane Yeh

B. 1971

4 poems available

Poetry so unsettling, describing worlds so troubling and lonely, is seldom as funny, clever, and downright charming as Jane Yeh's. - Aingeal Clare

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Ivor Gurney

B. 1890 D. 1937

1 poem available

There are strange Hells within the minds War made. - Ivor Gurney, 'Strange Hells'

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William Barnes

B. 1801 D. 1866

1 poem available

I be free to goo abrode, or teake agean my hwomeward road to where, vor me, the apple tree do lean down low in Linden Lea. - William Barnes 'My orcha'd in Linden Lea'

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Algernon Swinburne

B. 1837 D. 1909

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In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. - Algernon Swinburne 'A Forsaken Garden'

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W. E. Henley

B. 1849 D. 1903

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I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. - W.E Henley 'Invictus'

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Amy Levy

B. 1861 D. 1889

1 poem available

Dear Friend, you must not deem me light if, as I lie and muse to-night, I give a smile and not a sigh to thoughts of our Philosophy. - Amy Levy, 'Philosophy'

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Robert Bridges

B. 1844 D. 1930

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When men were all asleep the snow came flying, in large white flakes falling on the city brown. - Robert Bridges 'London Snow'

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I have walked a great while over the snow, and I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, and the way was hard and long. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 'The Witch'

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