Marilyn Hacker is The Grauniad's Poet of the Week

Did you love well what very soon you left?
Come home and take me in your arms and take
away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.
Never so full, I never was bereft
so utterly. The winter evenings drift
dark to the window. Not one word will make
you, where you are, turn in your day, or wake
from your night toward me. The only gift
I got to keep or give is ( Read more... )

I walk past a woman with a pink backpack and a turqoise/green scarf on campus. Is that her? What would be the chances?

I nearly didn't make it - plan a had been to get to campus for noon, but then the bath overran, and it seemed sensible to have lunch, and listen to Deefback, and then, because I was tired, to have a little lie down. It was gone ( Read more... )