Poem: ‘The Strandperle Notebook’
James Sheard, 27 May 2010
But a voice that scorns chorales is yelling ‘Wanker!’
Tony Harrison, ‘V’
1. There’s oil and backwash from these boats departing Hamburg’s morning wharves. There’s stalking cranes. Men pull and tote. One street back the sleepy whores lean out from clubs. They clutch their towels. They call for milk and fresh-bagged rolls, their wigs in sun like...
