Edward Clarke Poetry

Poetry: Edward Clarke

At Rudy’s Bar, Alassio (After Thomas Hardy) –                       O how could I order that tuna and chips, –                       And sip my beer and gaze at yachts and cruise ships Beyond the tops of changing booths and beach umbrella tips; –                       And glimpse and catch the sea’s soughing of old truths –                       Through exhaled smoke … Read more

Poetry – Edward Clarke

Assembly One morning during the first week of Advent, _                                   When I was possessed, After a birthday’s dark exhilarations, _          By a terrible kind of nervousness, We saw, on stage, the judgement of our son, Before his class, the Egyptian pantheon. I was chosen, he said, to be mummified today: _                                    My life was cut … Read more

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