"Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie, Open unto the fields, and to the sky" - things to help remember the best of Westminster Bridge.
Across the Golden Horn in Karakoy. . .
The Hidden Histories podcast.
What I can remember are taxis and a long walk by the docks. . .
“Edges: where owls and snow drift / down, spill quietly and stifle”
“Then – surprise – a pale sun picks at a slit / in the paper sky.”
“You won’t be sure of its arrival / until it rolls up to your curb”
New poetry from John Kinsella.
First published in the New Statesman on 23 October 1920.
“And though sometimes the weather is extreme / It seems no more so than when we were young. . .”
I lie in bed until The World at One, / why should my heart go off with an alarm?
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