Time:06 October · 13:00 - 18:00
Location:Clore Ballroom Southbank Centre
London, United Kingdom
Created by:
The Poetry Society
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The Poetry Society and Southbank Centre present:
you are the man who loves with the apple of his eyes
you say \'\'Look! There is no lie in thy pupils’’ means love like this
you are the love in my heart
I have learned my man is poetry
with
At night the city was weird anyway…
every night they go to Pera disguised as angels…
Before midnight among Poets…!!!
Once in a while, to the ones, whom, they cast their eyes over, were also
heart beats at wireless windows
ancient loneliness
as the steam train
whistling sounds in the summer in Istanbul
disappears from view
when no one is looking
higher and more
Before the Global warming
famine, suffering, disease
and wars;
and before the rumors of war
while the terrorist attacks ongoing
and the nuclear explosions
before the Antichrist
Write me a letter
put stamps on it from Istanbul
and then phosphorescence
write
Istanbul’s sunrise
and sunset
then
do not forget to put the fisherman in their boats
and then
a little woman
sitting on the makeshift seat
looking left and right
vaguely
waiting for someone
whoever comes
familiar to her
each time disappointed
with smoky eyes
there
there was a portrait of you
I look at it hanging on my key ring
the women you wrote poetry
gone for good
what I have written
ancient man
if you want to read mine are
You were the only arrivals
of my comfort and joy
is it because of your loyalty?
I say, is not
If you never come would I be happy?
I saddle my loneliness on my back
then I can drive you crazy
how many guns attack at night time
how many blues burried in the rain
cannot keep his promise
what is his judgement?
in this world full of intrigue
how many lawyers can I find?
as
Who came and gone
from this crazy heart of mine
especially not from the dreams
but realm
as if there’s no other true love from mine
what is your hurry and disturbance
I passed
A photograph surfaced
As I landed
Black and white
Us: side by side
Early nineteen sixty one
Must’ve been spring
Roses weren\'t on the bushes
Though the leaves were
Your
From the green meadows of the north
spraying of green now fountain dark
for each train hour passing towards Sevenoaks
its two way journey at dawn...
lilies are in bloom
imagining the window
Four years at the university
to learn how to say
you’re as frightened
or as disgusted or as dead
at Sparta or at Troy
Four years at university
and your words
Welcome death
bye bye gravity
probably
violation of his contract
fears, anxieties, caprices and his Love
...is that the final lines of death!
No no…It’s his signature.
Günsel
Time: 18:30 - 21:30
Date: 15 June
Location
Foyles, The Gallery, 113–119 Charing Cross Road, London WC2
Created by:
Poetry London
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Come and share with us some of the delights soon
NEWS: Your chance to see the Poetry Society\'s Knitted Poem next WEDNESDAY at the Walthamstow Central Library - also poetry from Julia Bird, Liz Berry, Graham Buchan and Heather Taylor. £4 on the
Time
13 May · 19:00 - 23:00
Location
The Rugby Tavern
Great James Street, WC1N 3ES
London, United Kingdom
Created by:
Days of Roses, Declan Ryan
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Mark Ford\'s new collection Six
flying in the mountains to the mountains
freedom in between the bird\'s beak
drop by drop presented
the wind is blowing reddish hair
of the pine trees
eyes are gravel at the
If only
every Love
had the lifetime of
pure
Turkish coffee’
the froth
would be its affection
if there’s
less froth
oh where
where are the coffees’ when we came to ask for your hand in
Inside your brain my farewell
“Don’t go Sun I am awake at last”
no I have to go
they are calling. \"Who are they\"?
this is East under the sky
Do not mourn
II
would my
Declan Ryan 07 April at 10:41
Hi,
there\'s a great event on tonight in Stoke Newington, hosted by Siofra McSherry and Nia Davies, also featuring Roddy Lumsden, Sarah Howe, Inua
My longing is one nomadic wind
wave in need,
one coward creek …thy longing is storm
you know when you find a cloud
tired eagle glides through the gray
tangled one willow in need of a