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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Fire of Insight
England 5awards
Joined 4th Oct 2021
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I wanted to put this in "Obscure poets" but it hardly seemed fair to Cope, who isn't really obscure in England and is one of the former Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams' favourites. So here's "The Orange" by Wendy Cope, and this new thread will be for random poetry/poet recommendations you wish to share.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

ajay
Dangerous Mind
Palestine 2awards
Joined 21st Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 2186


Taken from:
The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse.

Philip Larkin chose the poems included in it. Consequently, the book is refreshingly free of modernist arty bollocks and is highly recommended. 🙃

ajay
Dangerous Mind
Palestine 2awards
Joined 21st Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 2186


Taken from:
The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse.

Philip Larkin chose the poems included in it.

📗

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Awesome!

ajay
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 21st Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 2186


Rudyard Kipling

(taken from the Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse. Chosen by Philip Larkin).

📝

KittyFromHell
Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 31st May 2013
Forum Posts: 656


Forever a favorite. Perfect when paired with the video.

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1383


Still today,

I am meditating
at the bed of love where the perfume of her hair flashes - black as a rain cloud.

I am meditating
on the dawn of his nudity when the sun of his hips reveals and he offers himself to me, an insomniac spectator of his volcanic dance.

I am meditating
on her curves lined with precipices and the wells of water that offer her chest and body to countless cuts.

I am meditating
on the abyss of her gaze, the fauve wave that runs through her kidneys, the dazzling chandelier of her ebony skin that lights up my pale body and the screech of lightning.

I am meditating
on the miracle of his flesh made light, his full presence, kneeling before eternity with every revived breath.

G. A-L.  
Gabriel Arnou- Laujeac

( he is one of the poets whose absorbing & unique in his themes & style.. of whatever lil o had read of him.. from his fusional background of western & Indian classical philosophy .. hex there in my  Facebook contacts.. where had read this beautiful sensual scribe .. & need to say the musing over the picture in poetry of Indian sculpture accompanying it .. have added thus the pic too.

Read about him here
https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/59474554

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