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One for my father

For Kipling, ‘triumph and disaster’ Were one ‘impostor’ dressed as two Thomas saw life in the death of a daisy A ‘snow blind love’ in a ‘hellborn dew’ Plath knew ‘the knife not carve, but enter’ Lived ‘to the knucklebones’, … Continue reading

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