Paul Hansford


Paul Hansford Poems

1. You, Young Girls... 3/13/2008
2. Metamorphosis - 3 Variations On A Theme 5/9/2008
3. Pantoum Written After A Visit To Tate Modern 5/22/2008
4. Words And Music (Sestina) 5/25/2008
5. Swifts In The Wind 7/5/2008
6. Six Poets (Clerihews) 12/8/2008
7. Rainbow 4/19/2009
8. Manifesto 4/28/2009
9. San Juan Night (2) 12/20/2009
10. Sleepless Night - Sonnet 8/10/2009
11. Triolets 5/8/2009
12. Victims 6/29/2009
13. Spring (Sonnet / Acrostic) 6/29/2008
14. This Is Not A Poem 7/3/2008
15. Seventeen Words 5/16/2008
16. Revision Of Tenses 5/19/2005
17. An Accident Of Birth 5/18/2008
18. Like Going Into A Dark Room 5/16/2008
19. Testing A Theory 5/11/2008
20. Magenta 5/7/2008
21. Three Non-Conversations 5/16/2009
22. Little Mr Hansford’s Car 6/18/2009
23. The Flight Of Birds 5/8/2009
24. Insides 7/5/2008
25. Meeting In Jerusalem 7/3/2008
26. San Juan Night 12/10/2009
27. Words 12/4/2009
28. Photographs I Never Took 7/6/2008
29. Will Granny Be Coming? 7/4/2008
30. Life Cycle (A Tritina) 5/25/2009
31. Victims (Mk.2) - A Triolet 6/29/2009
32. Remnants: Auschwitz 7/3/2008
33. Spring Song 6/26/2008
34. Just A Minute! 5/10/2008
35. To A Young Woman 5/15/2009
36. Whose Apples? 7/3/2008
37. Varanasi 12/23/2008
38. Playing In The Park 12/23/2008
39. Not Ozymandias 10/27/2009
40. These Children.... 7/3/2008
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*how To Critique A Poem

If you read somebody’s poem and it makes you want to say,
“I think this piece is wonderful; it really made my day, ”
just go ahead and say it – feedback like this is good,
but saying WHY you like it will please them (well, it should) .

If somebody you don’t know says, “Please comment on my writing, ”
and you look at it, and find it … let’s say, rather unexciting,
then don’t forget – be tactful, find something good to say
before you start on finding fault – don’t ruin someone’s day.

And if you think it’s terrible, be careful how you speak.
Some people ...

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The First Time

I was only seventeen, and you were about the same,
and I knew nothing about you – I barely knew your name.
But I looked at you, and you looked at me, and we looked at each other, and then…
I knew, the first time you smiled at me, I wanted to see you again.

So I went where I knew I could find you, and asked you to go on a date,
and you looked quite shy, but you said you would, and I knew it must be fate.
And I looked at you, and you looked at me, and we looked at each other, and then…

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