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Two Poems by SEAN O'BRIEN
Three wonderful poems by Emily Dickinson
Frost at Midnight - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I carry your heart with me - E.E. Cummings
RAIN by Don Paterson
Full Moon and Little Frieda
WILD GEESE - by Mary OLIVER
The Freedom of the Moon
ALICE OSWALD: A SLEEPWALK ON THE SEVERN
TENNYSON - IN MEMORIAM
JOURNEY OF THE MAGI
Song Of Myself
Daft limericks
The Going
We are Always Too Late
The Horses
The Tiger
The Blue Guitar
Atlantis
Hilaire Belloc
Morning Song, Plath, Sylvia
Penelope Shuttle
Adrienne Rich 2
Sylvia Plath and Marilyn Hacker
Jacob Polley
W.H. Auden
Alice Oswald 3
Christina Rossetti
Don Paterson 3
Don Paterson 2
U.A. Fanthorpe
Stevie Smith
Carl Sandburg
George Herbert
TS Eliot
George Szirtes
Wislawa Szymborska 2
John Burnside
Alice Oswald 2
Alice Oswald
WB Yeats
Rudyard Kipling
Ruth Padel
Don Paterson
Les Murray
Robert Bringhurst
Pablo Neruda
C. P.Cavafy
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Wilfred Owen
Dylan Thomas 2
Simon Armitage
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Seamus Heaney
Robert Graves
Anne Sexton
Dylan Thomas
William Butler Yeats
Mark Strand
Michael Symmons Roberts
Don Paterson 3
 

DON PATERSON - SCOTTISH. Born 1963

This collection is ORPHEUS, published in the UK by Faber.

No apologies for featuring the same poet and the same collection twice. I love this book, and want to bring it to everyone's attention. You can read my piece about it in The Times on Sat Nov 11, or next month under JOURNALISM.

Simply - it is important work, and very moving. The essay after the poems is thought provoking and inspiring. If you have £12:99 to spare, spend it on this book.

BEING

Silent comrade of the distances,
Know that space dilates with your own breath;
ring out, as a bell into the Earth
from the dark rafters of its own high place-

then watch what feeds on you grow strong again.
learn the transformations through and through:
what in your life has most tormented you?
If the water's sour, turn it into wine.

Our senses cannot fathom this night, so
Be the meaning of their strange encounter;
at their crossing, be the radiant centre.

And should the world itself forget your name
Say this to the still earth: I flow.
Say this to the quick stream: I am.



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