Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

noise of a ring sliding onto a finger

supposing he did say that?
we came by the front
sea fog twisting light above the pebbles
towards the cliffs towards the sea

i made this pact, intelligence
shall not replace intuition, sitting here
my hand cold on the typewriter
flicking the corner of the paper. he

came from the toilet wearing
a suit, people
didn’t recognise him, down the length of
corridor. the room
was wooden, sunlight we stood in a half circle

noise of two cine-cameras

i wonder what’s wrong with her
face, she said, because
there’s nothing wrong with it really i
inhabit a place just to the left of that phrase. from

a bath the father took champagne later
whiskey. through the window we watched the frigate’s
orange rail drifting to shore

i mean if you’re taking that
attitude
we rode in a train watching the dog move

noise of a bicycle freewheeling downhill