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Glass-blown container, glugged full of milk, Neatly discarded on doorstep. Anticipating rush from gluttonous infant, Slurped in...

Ted Hughes in an interview with the 'Paris Review', Spring 1995: "Goethe called his work one big confession, didn't he? Looking at his...

I sit in the room when I miss her and read four eggshell walls, bordered in glossy plastic coat, protective casing, just cracked enough...

Bringing me sugar To put in my tea Scalding like reverse weather On my summer tongue So neighbourly That taste Of stale granulated...