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Tonight: WOW Laureates
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A Round The World Poetry Tour
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Jenny Lewis in Oxford
Poet Jenny Lewis to speak at the Oxford Literary Festival on 25 March 2014. read more
Sinead Morrissey reads from T S Eliot Prize-winning Parallax at the Royal Fesitval HallListen
Review of Chris Beckett's Ethiopia Boy - Julian Stannard, Poetry Review, Autumn 2013
Ethiopia Boy by Chris Beckett is a delight. read more
Interview with Rebecca Goss - Vanessa Thorpe, the Observer, 7th July 2013
Rebecca Goss: the mother whose poems for a lost baby see her tipped for a prize. read more
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Poem of the Day
The dialectics of love and uncles
All the way down there are conditionsTaken from 'New Poetries II'...
to fall over the edge of, expeditions
of cells ferning in turns curving on
down over the edge and falling on
over the farther edge.
A serious bird pecks at the scruff of a winter palm
the day after its feathery intentions have unfolded, calmly
triangulating Darwin and Marx two billion years along God's graph.
Between mouthfuls, a claw intercepts some dust from a transitory planet's path
and whirls its way into a dragon's seed.
Nothing will ever be the same again in that family.
Necessary if not sufficient, this bifurcating hour
digs a road through history and a tower,
frothing in diamond drops over the edge of order.
Like a tiara unravelling, said the queen's warder.
And oh, my love, this crystal fire makes you more warm
than anything my breast has known these many centuries.
Stay with me as my words fly through the waterfall.
A breath to left or right could wake the dragon's need
uncurling in a fresh grain of time.
Now here its uncle is again, this memory of a dinosaur,
fat-voiced on a cold day, triumphant over the cousin on the sour-berried tree.
Stuck on the dispossessed tendril of the graph, all he can hope for
is a fractal kiss turning him like a key.
Still you continue unfurling your strange attractors,
the ones the ants around the sugar bowl obey,
curving up the edge of upwards -
and I the sugar in the ants' tears,
tumbling out along my own spiralling love
up over the upwards of your unmapped laughter.
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