Looking
Through I read newspapers, endlessly, when I should be doing so many things. The actresses are best in the obituaries: their tiny bones, their triple marriages. How often they end up With a dog, upon a ranch, alone. What does this tell me, about women, even about dogs? Nothing. It is the soul Which loves to look at mountains, in clear air. Alison Brackenbury |
Bricks and
Ballads (Poems), Carcanet, 2004. ISBN 1 85754 751 9 Buy from Amazon.co.uk
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