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Mina Loy, "Songs to Joannes": XXIII, from The Lost Lunar Baedeker
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I recognise you...
"I recognise you; I know you again, from a dream or another life…"
— Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Weight’
"Long before I met you / I had waited for you. I had always waited for you."
— Tasos Livaditis, Selected Poems; from 'This Star is For All of Us,1952', tr. Manolis Aligizakis
"If I had never seen her before I should still have known her."
"As for the strange fact that she appeared familiar to me from the first glance, do not lovers always experience the feeling that they have seen each other before and that a mysterious bond has long existed between them?"
— Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl and Other Stories; from ‘The Blind Owl’, tr. D. P. Costello
"I didn't meet him, I recognised him. Love ravages me."
— Art of Style: Jean Cocteau
"I loved you before I was born. / It doesn't make sense, I know."
— Li-Young Lee
"From the beginning of my life / I have been looking for your face"
— Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi; from 'Looking for Your Face', tr. Deepak Chopra & Fereydoun Kia Rider
"And he’s been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? He’s always been here. Always."
— Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories; from 'Never Marry a Mexican'
"I remember / but it hasn’t happened yet"
— Björk, I Miss You
"I wandered through the world / without knowing you existed / however / (now I know) / since the uncertain mist of the beginning / I went searching for you / among the faces."
— Claribel Alegria, Fugues; 'Now I Know', tr. Darwin J. Flakoll
"Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, / Before I knew thy face or name;"
— John Donne, from ‘Air and Angels’
"Though you had never possessed me / I had belonged to you since the beginning of time"
— Mina Loy, The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Futurism × Feminism: The Circle Squared (Poems 1914–1920); from 'Three Moments in Paris'
"Say my name. Say it. / The way it’s supposed to be said. / I want to know that I knew you / even before I knew you."
— Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman; from ‘Dulzura’
"You have been mine before, / How long ago I may not know:"
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti, from ‘Sudden Light’
"Your heart and my heart / Are very, very old / Friends.
— Hafiz, The Gift: from 'Your Mother and My Mother', tr. Daniel Ladinsky
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alright so I went to geelong gaol today and I have to admit I finally learned the definition of ‘vagabond’ while I was there. and it just makes me appreciate your url even more! an express (train)?!? perfect for vagabonds. nomads. travellers, lost and searching but who like it better that way, without a home that stays in one spot. and it got me thinking, why is so much architecture designed for those who have a home base? why? Australia was never like that. we were always a land of those who roamed around in harmony with the seasons and cycles of nature and heck, I don’t do well with just One Home Base when I’m someone who makes a career about building places that are home for people and I work at the moment at a planetary scale. the homes I create don’t have to be in one place. more often they are relational. tracing the stories written in the land like sheet music. paving our cities, paving the land I now think I’ve figured out how to decolonialise, to de-occupy. Steward again. bc people don’t really care about the land if they go by this colonial way of settling, it’s just all about prime location for the things they’re around and property value and what buildings and shit they put on top of the land. not the land itself. and if you’re a traveller like me. the land connects all the places you go. speaks and begs for better. maybe I’m getting emotional bc of bushrangers who were all so young, too young to go through what they did, and the devastation of colonial settlement that honestly makes me numb it’s so horrific and I’ve had it in the back of my mind for years, but maybe australia has always been the land of the vagabond and we do best to get back to it.
not a knife's throw from here you can here the night train passing / it's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
(you throw 5sos at me and I'll throw bruce cockburn back at you)
it's funny because initially, .thevagabondexpress as a url wasn't something into which i put much deep thought. when i set up my ao3 (the first thing with this name) it was throwaway, a silly reference to a crack fanfic i wrote and never published in early high school. i wanted my friends who knew that story to be able to recognize me from the reference if they found me, that's all.
here on earth i tend to put down roots. i get attached to a place. i don't travel, much. but i grew up in chicago with railway tracks literally right on other side of the alley behind my house, i could've stood in the garage doorway and thrown a stone and hit them. train was how we went downtown and how we got home, green-tinted windows that left you seeing pink and the rock island line is a mighty fine road, the rock island line is the road to ride and singing "don't stop believin'" with a bunch of drunk college students in the upper deck on the way to pride. and it was how we got around downtown too, this is the purple-line train to howard, howard.
i still prefer the train. it's how i took my graduation trip, back to edmonton to see the city where i was born. i've been lost in union station toronto.
i think of poems i love: elizabeth bishop's the moose, and gate a-4 by naomi shihab nye and rosebud ben-oni's matarose tags g-dragon on the seven, and my beloved, lunar baedeker by mina loy which makes me think of vera historia makes me think of science fiction. a favorite genre. makes me think of astronomy magazine.
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books of 2023 (complete):
giordano bruno and the hermetic tradition (yates)
book of dust ii (pullman)
pleasure of the text (barthes)
h is for hawk (macdonald)
beloved (morrison)
memory theatre (critchley)
a room of one’s own (woolf)
all the lovers in the night (kawakami)
narrative of the life of frederick douglass
the virgin in the garden (byatt)
collected poems of t.s.eliot
gallathea (lyly)
the lesser bohemians
the goldfinch (tartt)
in search of schrodinger's cat (gribbin)
cluny brown
urn burial (thomas browne)
the rover
the white devil
george herbert collected poems
paul (daisy lafarge)
in ascension
the hard problem (stoppard)
atomic habits
letters written during a short residence (wollstonecraft)
infinite ground (macinnes)
ultra-processed people
venomous lumpsucker
religio medici
bromeliad (pratchett)
the poppy war
new atlantis (bacon)
hogfather (pratchett)
thud (pratchett)
touching the void
dipped-into books:
a story of her own: the female Oedipus complex reexamined and renamed (kulish and holtzman)
pilgrim’s progress (bunyan)
books of 2024:
prometheus unbound (shelley)
milton and other poems (blake)
families and how to survive them
la cena de la cenari (bruno)
lost lunar baedeker (loy)
the blazing world (cavendish)
the exhibitionist
light and shadow (francesca stanfill)
bubbles (sloterdijk)
guards guards (pratchett)
men at arms (pratchett)
masquerade (pratchett)
feet of clay (pratchett)
jingo (pratchett)
the fifth elephant (pratchett)
unseen academicals (pratchett)
the breaking of the circle (nicolson)
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The immaculate
conception
of the inaudible bird
occurs
in gorgeous reticence...
Mina Loy, from the Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems; “Songs to Joannes,”
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Mina Loy, The Dead (from The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy)
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two questions posed in Mina Loy’s “Letters of the Unliving”, in Compensations of Poverty (Poems 1942-1949), collected in The Lost Lunar Baedeker
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_____never_washboard
what’s the use[1]
running[2] from the east[3]
bathe in the faithful[4] smiles[5]
this beam of love
woven[6] sweet surprise[7]
wound round and round too shy[8]
peanut-crunching[9] powder[10] crowd
annihilate the[11] men[12] they’re just too proud
[all is a] game[13]
flocks with full-stop birds
colonies of words
break spines of the paperbacks
I lick the fat from books[14]
to learn the act[15]
we
can find
love and dance
without the man[16]
mother[17] left with no warning[18]
pulverising chemistry[19]
agony bit into pips[20]
feathers flicker[21] under skin
hey! you can start
to see the funny side
speak[22] after all[23]
wash away[24] devoted[25] hour[26]
write down a world for motion
I would
wash times away
forever shifts under our feet
tonight looking out to ocean
we kiss
fill it pack it fill it
we can pull his insides out
pepper all the meat with snow
pack him like a turkey
roast him slow
tender is the flesh so chew
he never wore his heart[27] for you
I can be your soldier
if you’ll be mine // you’re my kind
[1] Selima Hill (1994) Trembling Hearts in the Bodies of Dogs: New & Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[2] Anne Stevenson (2005) Poems 1955-2005: Bloodaxe Books
[3] Heather Phillipson (2009) Faber New Poets, Volume 3: Faber & Faber
[4] Stevie Smith (1985) Collected Poems: Penguin
[5] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[6] Kathleen Raine (2000) The Collected Poems of Kathleen Raine: Golgonooza Press
[7] Elizabeth Daryush (1976) Collected Poems: Carcanet Press
[8] Elizabeth Bishop (1988) Geography III: Noonday Press Edition
[9] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[10] Caitriona O’Reilly (2001) The Nowhere Birds: Bloodaxe Books
[11] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[12] Jenny Joseph (1992) Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[13] Ibid
[14] Gwyneth Lewis (1995) Parables & Faxes: Bloodaxe Books
[15] Mina Loy (1997) The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Carcanet Press
[16] Lavinia Greenlaw (2003) Minsk: Faber & Faber
[17] Denise Levertov (2003) New Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[18] ibid
[19] Elma Mitchell (1987) People Etcetera: Poems New & Selected: Peterloo Poets
[20] Liz Lochhead (1982) Dreaming Frankenstein & Collected Poems: Polygon
[21] Penelope Shuttle (1992) Taxing the Rain: Oxford University Press
[22] Sheila Wingfield (1983) Collected Poems: Enitharmon Press
[23] Stevie Smith (1985) Collected Poems: Penguin
[24] Kathleen Raine (2000) The Collected Poems of Kathleen Raine: Golgonooza Press
[25] Stevie Smith (1985) Collected Poems: Penguin
[26] Kathleen Raine (2000) The Collected Poems of Kathleen Raine: Golgonooza Press
[27] Ruth Pitter (1990) Collected Poems: Enitharmon Press
10.07.2011
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Immensity Quote By Mina Loy “There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity” Mina Loy, - The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems Of Mina Loy
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Mina Loy, "Moreover, the Moon — — —" from The Lost Lunar Baedeker
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A silver LuciferLunar Baedeker…Lucifer A Baedeker is a series name of popular guidebooks. Another modern poem with “Baedeker” in the title is T. S. Eliot’s “Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar” (1919). Lucifer is the former angel name for Satan, which has been used to name the morning star, that is the planet Venus
serves
cocaine in cornucopia
To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies
PerisPeris “In Persian myth, an elf or fairy, male or female, represented as a descendant of fallen angels, excluded from Paradise till their penance is accomplished” (Century Dictionary) in liveryin livery Dressed for their job
prepare
LetheLethe River of forgetfulness in Hades
for posthumous parvenuesparvenues Those who have recently come into wealth
Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoriainfusoria Class of protozoa; “so called because found in infusions of decaying animal or vegetable matter” (OED)
from Pharoah’s tombstones
lead
to mercurial doomsdaysdoomsdays The end of the world or Judgment Day, usually in the singular
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorousphosphorous “Phosphorous” (with a capital “P”) is Venus, the morning star, archaically referred to as Lucifer, mentioned in the first line of this poem.
the eye-white sky-light
white-light districtwhite-light district Possible alternative to red-light district. The term appears in Theodore Dreiser’s book A Hoosier Holiday (1916).
of lunar lusts
StellectricStellectric A word formed from “stellar” (star) and “electric” signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”
Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters
A flock of dreams
browse on NecropolisNecropolis Literally: a city of corpses
From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient
Onyx-eyed OdalisquesOdalisques “Female slaves or concubines in an Eastern harem” (OED)
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of ErosEros God of Love in Greek mythology; also, the name of an asteroid, discovered in 1898 obsolete
And “Immortality”
mildews …
in the museums of the moon
“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes
Copyright © 1996 by the Estate of Mina Loy. All rights reserved.
Source: The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy. Reprinted by permission of Roger Conover, Literary Executor.(1996)
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Backflip kick (SKOPE)
ENDS WHILE THE TRUE CHURCH NEED NEVER STIR TO GATHER
ABC'S SIGNIFES ENDEMIC TEASHOPS FOUND IN ALL PARTS OF LONDON
SHE AND THE LADY IN THE CAPE ARE SUSPECT THOUGHT
THE HIPPO'S FEEBLE STEPS MAY ERR IN COMPASSING MATERIAL
CERTAIN OF THESE POEMS FIRST APPEARED IN POETRY BLAST OTHERS
I WAS DRAWN IN BY SHORT GASPS INHALED AT EACH
DIEU TIENT ENCORE DANS SES PIERRES ÈCROULANTES LA FORME PRECISE
EPISCOPUM UT JESUM CHRISTUM EXISTENTEM FILIUM PATRIS; PRESBYTEROS AUTEM UT
FEET BRINGING SAL VOLATILE AND A GLASS OF BRANDY NEAT
I TAKE MY HAT: HOW CAN I MAKE A COWARDLY
ODD BUT EVERY WEEK WE HEAR REJOICE THE CHURCH AT
STRETCHED ON THE FLOOR HERE BESIDE YOU AND ME
THE OCTOBER NIGHT COMES DOWN; RETURNING AS BEFORE EXCEPT FOR
EN YORKSHIRE CONFERENCIER; A LONDRES UN PEU BANQUIER VOUS ME
A GREEK WAS MURDERED AT A POLISH DANCE ANOTHER BANK
GRISHKIN IS NICE: HER RUSSIAN EYE IS UNDERLINED FOR EMPHASIS
LET US GO THEN YOU AND I WHEN THE EVENING
PAINT ME A CAVERNOUS WASTE SHORE CAST IN THE UNSTILTED
THE HOST WITH SOMEONE INDISTINCT CONVERSES AT THE DOOR APART
IN A MINUTE THERE IS TIME FOR DECISIONS AND REVISIONS
LIGHTS SHE ENTERTAINS SIR FERDINAND
THE GOAT COUGHS AT NIGHT IN THE FIELD OVERHEAD; ROCKS
PRINCESS VOLUPINE EXTENDS A MEAGRE BLUENAILED PHTHISIC HAND TO
OVER BUTTERED SCONES AND CRUMPETS WEEPING WEEPING MULTITUDES DROOP IN
LEAVES THE ROOM AND REAPPEARS OUTSIDE THE WINDOW LEANING IN
HUNTS; GOD WORKS IN A MYSTERIOUS WAYTHE CHURCH CAN SLEEP
LES SAULES TREMPÉS ET DES BOURGEONS SUR LES RONCESC'EST
AND I HAVE KNOWN THE ARMS ALREADY KNOWN THEM ALL
THE BED IS OPEN; THE TOOTHBRUSH HANGS ON THE
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT SMOKED AND DANCED ALL THE MODERN DANCES
LUI PENSE AUX POURBOIRES ET REDIGE SON BILAN
UNCORSETED HER FRIENDLY BUST GIVES PROMISE OF PNEUMATIC BLISS
I SHALL SIT HERE SERVING TEA TO FRIENDS
MUTTERED THE STREET LAMP SAID REGARD THAT WOMAN WHO HESITATES
AND INDEED THERE WILL BE TIME TO WONDER DO I DARE? AND DO I DARE? TIME
EN AMERIQUE PROFESSEUR; EN ANGLETERRE JOURNALISTE; C'EST À GRANDS PAS
TREES AND OF PRIAPUS IN THE SHRUBBERY GAPING AT THE
YOU HARDLY KNOW WHEN YOU ARE COMING BACK YOU WILL
I KEEP MY COUNTENANCE I REMAIN SELFPOSSESSED EXCEPT WHEN
ALONG THE REACHES OF THE STREET HELD IN A LUNAR
GIVES TOO LATE WHAT'S NOT BELIEVED IN OR IF
MA PERCIOCCHE GIAMMAI DI QUESTO FONDO NON TORNO VIVO ALCUN
CYCLADES PAINT ME THE BOLD ANFRACTUOUS ROCKS FACED BY THE
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT STRODE ACROSS THE HILLS AND BROKE THEM
THE YELLOW FOG THAT RUBS ITS BACK UPON THE WINDOW
THE MASTERS OF THE SUBTLE SCHOOLS ARE CONTROVERSIAL POLYMATH
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY WAS MY MAIDEN AUNT AND LIVED IN
SLOWLY: THE GOD HERCULES HAD LEFT HIM THAT HAD LOVED
UPON THE GLAZEN SHELVES KEPT WATCH MATTHEW AND WALDO GUARDIANS
I HAVE LOST MY PASSION: WHY SHOULD I NEED TO
WE WOULD SEE A SIGN: THE WORD WITHIN A WORD
SINE HIS ECCLESIA NON VOCATUR; DE QUIBUS SUADEO VOS SIC
AND WHEN THIS EPISTLE IS READ AMONG YOU CAUSE THAT
OBSERVING THAT HYSTERIA MIGHT EASILY BE MISUNDERSTOOD; MRS. TURNER INTIMATES
GIVES TOO SOON INTO WEAK HANDS WHAT'S THOUGHT CAN
TREE; BUT FRUITS OF POMEGRANATE AND PEACH REFRESH THE CHURCH
AND THE AFTERNOON THE EVENING SLEEPS SO PEACEFULLY
GLOOMY ORION AND THE DOG ARE VEILED; AND HUSHED THE
OR POSSIBLY FANTASTIC I CONFESS IT MAY BE PRESTER JOHN'S
I SHALL WEAR WHITE FLANNEL TROUSERS AND WALK UPON THE
FIGUREZVOUS DONC C'ETAIT UN SORT PENIBLE; CEPENDANT CE FUT
HALFPAST TWO THE STREETLAMP SAID REMARK THE CAT
I AM MOVED BY FANCIES THAT ARE CURLED AROUND THESE
LET US TAKE THE AIR IN A TOBACCO TRANCEWELL
A HUNDRED A.B.C.'S
THE DRESDEN CLOCK CONTINUED TICKING ON THE MANTELPIECE AND THE
GERONTION BURBANK WITH A BAEDEKER: BLEISTEIN WITH A CIGAR SWEENEY
THE INITIALS SIGNIFY AERATED BREAD COMPANY LIMITED.PROJECT GUTENBERG EDITOR'S REPLACEMENT
VOILÀ DIX SOUS POUR LA SALLEDEBAINS
THOUGHT BURBANK MEDITATING ON TIME'S RUINS AND THE SEVEN
I GROW OLD... I GROW OLD... I SHALL WEAR THE
I HAVE LOST MY SIGHT SMELL HEARING TASTE AND TOUCH
CREVICES SMELLS OF CHESTNUTS IN THE STREETS AND FEMALE SMELLS
I OBSERVE: OUR SENTIMENTAL FRIEND THE MOON
I AM NOT PRINCE HAMLET NOR WAS MEANT TO BE
HE SHALL BE WASHED AS WHITE AS SNOW BY ALL
I SHALL NOT WANT PIPIT IN HEAVEN: MADAME BLAVATSKY WILL
AND WHAT IF SHE SHOULD DIE SOME AFTERNOON AFTERNOON GREY
LOOK MASTER HERE COMES TWO RELIGIOUS CATERPILLARS
YOU WILL WRITE AT ANY RATE
ISSUES DECEIVES WITH WHISPERING AMBITIONS GUIDES US BY VANITIES
THEY ARE RATTLING BREAKFAST PLATES IN BASEMENT KITCHENS AND ALONG
I HAVE NO GHOSTS AN OLD MAN IN A DRAUGHTY
THE LAMP SAID FOUR O'CLOCK HERE IS THE NUMBER ON
I SHALL NOT WANT SOCIETY IN HEAVEN LUCRETIA BORGIA SHALL
SHOULD I AFTER TEA AND CAKES AND ICES HAVE THE
AFTER SUCH KNOWLEDGE WHAT FORGIVENESS
LOOK WENCHES
THE LENGTHENED SHADOW OF A MAN IS HISTORY SAID EMERSON
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Today's INCREDIBLE read. How have I never spent time with Mina Loy before? Y'all. You guys. I LOVE POETRY. And also, I freaking love a good cappuccino. 📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️ Mina Loy - The Lost Lunar Baedeker ☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚☕️📚 #minaloy #thelostlunarbaedeker #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetry #poets #book #books #bookish #read #reader #reading #readpoetry #bibliophile #booklove #booklover #study #studying #studyliterature #gradschool #bookaholic #bookaddict #bookworm #booknerd #bookcover #bookgeek #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #instabook #booksandcoffee #cappucino #microfoam (at Lake Oswego, Oregon)
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I store up nights against you
Heavy with shut-flower’s nightmares.
Mina Loy, from the Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems; “Songs to Joannes,”
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_____ignatz
picasso[1] alarm bells[2]
mechanical[3] in[4] rhyme[5]
sweeping a searchlight
forever in exile[6]
a magic[7] explosion[8]
confetti inside out[9]
peace[10] creation[11]
loops the earth[12]
and[13]
spits it out[14]
up-side down floor
eating less and talking more
something undeniable
kettle’s on imagination[15]
dangerous[16] so[17] dangerous[18]
magic[19] explosion[20]
mechanical[21] in[22] rhyme[23]
you said[24] it[25] would[26] be[27] easy[28]
miscarried child[29]
trick[30] creation[31]
join[32] the death dots[33]
spread the[34] surface[35]
lucifer fly lucifer
balance me in skin[36]
mimicry[37]
engine
bony tongue open[38]
with a[39] smile[40], vagina
with a[41] love[42] charred between[43] our
music[44] is so simple.
simple[45] rhyme[46], simple[47] time[48].
music[49], dressed in magic[50].
her riddles were a secret[51]
to her meaning[52], less
[1] Selima Hill(1994) Trembling Hearts in the Bodies of Dogs: New & Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[2] Jenny Joseph (1992) Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[3] Susan Wicks (2003) Night Toad: New & Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[4] Anne Sexton (1999) Complete Poems: Mariner Books
[5] Carol Ann Duffy (1999) The World’s Wife: Picador
[6] Jane Draycott (2004) The Night Tree: Oxford Poets/Carcanet Press
[7] Wendy Cope(1986) Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis: Faber & Faber
[8] Jo Shapcott (2000) Her Book: Poems 1988–1998: Faber & Faber
[9] Elizabeth Garrett (1991) The Rule of Three: Bloodaxe Books
[10] Imtiaz Dharker (1997) Postcards from God: Bloodaxe Books
[11] Kathleen Jamie (2002) Mr & Mrs Scotland are Dead: Poems 1980-1994: Bloodaxe Books
[12] Jo Shapcott (2000) Her Book: Poems 1988–1998: Faber & Faber
[13] Jodie Graham (1996) The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems 1974-1994: Carcanet Press
[14] Imtiaz Dharker (1997) Postcards from God: Bloodaxe Books
[15] Heather Phillipson (2009) Faber New Poets, Volume 3: Faber & Faber
[16] U.A. Fanthorpe (2005) Collected Poems 1978-2003: Peterloo Poets
[17] Gertrude Stein (1946) The Selected Writings of Gertrude Stein: Random House
[18] U.A. Fanthorpe (2005) Collected Poems 1978-2003: Peterloo Poets
[19] Wendy Cope(1986) Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis: Faber & Faber
[20] Jo Shapcott (2000) Her Book: Poems 1988–1998: Faber & Faber
[21] Susan Wicks (2003) Night Toad: New & Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[22] Anne Sexton (1999) Complete Poems: Mariner Books
[23] Carol Ann Duffy (1999) The World’s Wife: Picador
[24] Annie Katchinska (2010) Faber New Poets, Volume 6: Faber & Faber
[25] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[26] Sharon Olds (2005) Strike Sparks: Selected Poems 1980-2002: Jonathon Cape
[27] Gwyneth Lewis (1998) Zero Gravity: Bloodaxe Books
[28] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[29] Fiona Benson (2009) Faber New Poets, Volume 1: Faber & Faber
[30] Lynette Roberts (1951) Gods With Stainless Ears: Faber & Faber
[31] Kathleen Jamie (2002) Mr & Mrs Scotland are Dead: Poems 1980-1994: Bloodaxe Books
[32] Una Marson (1937) The Moth and the Star: Copyright holder not traced
[33] Annie Katchinska (2010) Faber New Poets, Volume 6: Faber & Faber
[34] Elizabeth Jennings (2002) New Collected Poems: Carcanet Press
[35] Jenny Joseph (1997) Extended Similes: Bloodaxe Books
[36] Jo Shapcott (2000) Her Book: Poems 1988–1998: Faber & Faber
[37] Jean Sprackland (2003) Hard Water: Jonathon Cape
[38] Sylvia Plath (1981) Collected Poems: Faber & Faber
[39] Jenny Joseph (1992) Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
[40] Mina Loy (1997) The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Carcanet Press
[41] Jenny Joseph (1992) Selected Poems: Bloodaxe Books
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Only the impact of lighted bodies / Knocking sparks off each other /In chaos.
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