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ConversationRoss Brightontraits like “humour” and “personality” a looseness of portent definite: “this flavour” ardent opinion of “say, lets go boating” where the horses is squalid or squalor a fence a dog a break-in architectural morass high rising the psychology of “and one day at the beach” it’s all grey skies, but no rain, thank god and then outward like a mirror an endeavour by degrees were pouring it into the glass attitude of “back to basics” any but this especially O fortunate one a wooded hill a copse “and oh but I never” numbering downward into abstraction was tired under trees and chess, and the way the birds after the show but she said Ross Brighton Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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