Tag: Tools of the Trade

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by Bob Hicock
Chairs move by themselves, and books. / Grandchildren visit, stand / new and nameless, their faces' puzzles / missing pieces. She's like a fish / / in deep ocean,...
by Dannie Abse
Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star / and, mother, some obsessed turn over every stone / or open graves...
by U A Fanthorpe
When the worst thing happens, / That uproots the future, / That you must live for every hour of your future, / / They come, / Unorganised, inarticulate, unprofessional; / / They...
by Jane Kenyon
It wakes when I wake, walks / when I walk, turns back when I / turn back, beating me to the door. / / It spoils my...
by Ellen Bryant Voigt
There is one grief worse than any other. / When your small feverish throat clogged, and quit / I knelt beside the chair on...
by Hamish Whyte
The GP stands at the door of his room, / shakes my hand, asks me how I am. / I always smile and say...
by Diana Hendry
Love has been loitering / down this corridor / has been seen / chatting up out-patients / spinning the wheels of wheelchairs / fluttering the pulse of the night nurse / appearing,...
by Roger McGough
i go to bed early / to catch up on my sleep / but my sleep / is a slippery customer / it bobs and...
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me / and I wake in the night at the least sound / in fear of what...
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me / and I wake in the night at the least sound / in fear of what...
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