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Shakespeare v. the English

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Tativille

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Consider the Hare

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How Should I Refer to You?

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Poem: ‘Field Crickets (Gryllus campestris)’

Fiona Benson

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Two PoemsBill Manhire
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After the Movie

A cry comes again from the pavilion.
I was that nurse and that civilian,
I was the song in the carillon.
She sat on a tree trunk; no, a boulder.
I was the heart inside the soldier,
that broken arm – that hand, that shoulder.
Night which is moonless, melancholy.
I was the man who was extraordinary.
But who really knows the real Billy Connolly?

Creative Non-Fiction

The ideal reader for his memoir
was some savage version of his mother.
And there she was walking back from the water
coming at last to take his order.

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