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Poem

Take the Dasslers, for example: even with
a buggy and two horses they were walking –
leaving it all, turning their backs, quitting

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What you say
about poetry
could very well
be stone-
cold factual

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Now you have seen the elephant and heard
from an ex-student who blogs an elegy
to his lost left leg (his transfemoral amputation),
and a friend (you visit him in emergency)

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The Peter Porter Poetry Prize – now open to all poets writing in English – is one of our most prestigious prizes of its kind. Read this year’s four shortlisted poems.

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You are seething; I am worried.
We have read the Greek myths.

This anger of yours feels like
a distant thunderclap

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Camellias by Brendan Ryan

by
April 2014, no. 360

I take a straw broom to the damp leaves on the side path.
The concrete pavers are stained and dirty as they have been
for much of the year. Stooping allows me to see

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What’s missing from this floor?
The furniture, but also the reason

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Cento after Peter Steele

Is this not running wild?
Silk-white ashes of dream and film
nerve into drama −
into darkness and its minotaur

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How likely is it that the fellas who have
moved onto a place down the loop, who
are bricking their crossover, are named
Comatos and Lacon? That they have

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In winter the garden
like the back of our mind

a faint young sun.

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