Poems

Anne Pennington

Anne Pennington Until her last breath she enlarges Her Oxford house Built in Slavonic Vowels and consonants She polishes the corner-stones Until their Anglo-Saxon shine Begins […]

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Before The Game

Before The Game Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves See that there […]

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Between Games

Between Games Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not starts walking backwards He […]

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Far Within Us #2

Far Within Us #2 Look here’s that uninvited Alien presence look it’s here A shudder on the ocean of tea in the cup Rust taking hold […]

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Far Within Us #3

Far Within Us #3 Unquiet you walk Along the rims of my eyes On the invisible grating Before your lips My naked words shiver We steal […]

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Far Within Us #4

Far Within Us #4 Green gloves rustle On the avenue’s branches The evening carries us under its arm By a path which leaves no trace The […]

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