Ted Hughes reads. And, yes, this is the poem coming - a shadow lagging - a creature about its own business - the widening, deepening greenness - then - yes! - it enters the hole of the head. Printed. Genius.
Please take time to enter the poem at the Tuesday Poem hub this week. It is an anti-war poem by a father to a son written by Jamaican poet Geoffrey Philp, editor Rethabile Masilo in Paris. A marvellous poem an commentary.
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And congratulations to New Zealand author Eleanor Catton for being short-listed for the Booker Award with her novel The Luminaries. The third kiwi ever to do it, I believe. Proud.
I absolutely love this Mary. It has made my morning.
ReplyDeleteAnd for me, it has made my Friday night, a poem from the dark of winter on this late September summer evening in the Western Hemisphere....
ReplyDeletethanks Helen and T. I love this poem. I feel it as much as hear it - I have known it so long. X
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