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The Poetry of Spain
I am at the time of writing Waiting for a ferry in Santander The weather is cooler Than it was in the south I have always been in love With Santander Which has beautiful white beaches And loose wild bays Eve has decided to continue travelling With Jean who I met again recently I was […]
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The Poetry of Spain
You wash up in colour The rest is folly Why use twelve words When three are enough My work has become increasingly Minimal During the last three years An Orange Balloon crashed Into my summer garden Damaging two greenhouses It had been sponsored By two of my neighbours The Mechanics & Melancholy of Women GUIL […]
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The Poetry of Spain
To our complete surprise Eve and I were asked to participate In a music video We were asked to walk Hand in hand As if we were lovers In the background Whilst Stephen Bury Sang lyrically About the streets of Valencia Our reward was a recording Of his greatest hits (volumes one and two) And […]
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The Poetry of Spain
I was booking our ferry tickets From Santander to Portsmouth Eve was meeting her college friend We were leaving in just over a week I was in The Blue & Black Bar Which had been recommended to me In the corner almost hidden Was an ancient television A band who I once liked Had released […]
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The Poetry of Spain
It was during my travels with Celine That we alighted at this very station Whilst we were here We both witnessed a landslide Where Over there near where line divides Was it spectacular Not really More dusty than spectacular It is such a barren lonely station Why were you here Because we were meeting Celine’s […]
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The Poetry of Spain
This is the Church of St Catherine La Iglesia de Santa Catalina She was a legendary martyr And is still one of the most revered Of all medieval saints A learned princess Who converted to Christianity And was executed for her faith It is a beautiful church There is a sense of peace here How […]
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The Poetry of Spain
I had asked myself The same question Many times Was I falling in love with Eve But I knew that I was not in love I was very fond of Eve But it was not love And although I had not asked her I knew that she felt the same about me Why complicate what […]
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The Poetry of Spain
Look at the woman over there Which woman The small woman in a green dress She is reading a timetable of buses It seems to fascinate her Do you think she is the author I doubt it Why do you say that Look at the thickness of the book She also looks too young Perhaps […]
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The Poetry of Spain
The assassination of President Olivero Which took place in the autumn of 1861 Was for the world at large one of those innumerable incident of a violent nature Which characterise the politics Of the South American continent Your Spanish is better than mine Did you study it at college No there was no need As […]
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The Poetry of Spain
This is a strange beach as it is so benign Yet the notice warns us not to swim I believe it is because of the tides It is said that dark currents are present This is such a nice beach Do you know that the poet Antonio lived here In the years between the wars […]
