Barry Tebb Poems

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1.
The Innocent Eye

I struggled through streets of
Bricked-up, boarded-up houses,
Mostly burned-out, keeping
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2.
My Only Valentine

Your voice on the telephone
Hushes the storm in my heart
Lightning strikes twice
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3.
Aubade

Dawn's my Mr Right, already
Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests,
The neon lights of Leeds last night still
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4.
New Year Poem

Rejection doesn't lead me to dejection
But to inspiration via irritation
Or at least to a bit of naughty new year wit-
Oh Isn't it a shame my poetry's not tame
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5.
To Daisy Abey

In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot say

Now you are in a latitude where palm trees hold the sway

There are always things between us that keep getting in the way
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6.
My Perfect Rose

At ten she came to me, three years ago,

There was ‘something between us' even then;

Watching her write like Eliot every day,
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7.
Apologies For Absence

Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket)

I can't make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit.
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8.
TO MARGARET, UNFORGOTTEN

Two nights I have dreamed of you

Once as an adolescent, evanescent

Yet tangible still to the spirit's touch,
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9.
The Gift

We were three weeks

Into term, Sheila,

When you came
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10.
THE DREAMER, THE SLEEP

L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit dйfait

Yves Bonnefoy

Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed

A Sunday in December while all Leeds lies in around me

In the silent streets, frost on roof slates, gas fires

And kettles whistle as I read Bonnefoy on the eternal.

Too tired to fantasize, unsummoned images float by,

Feebly I snatch at them to comply with the muse's dictum: write.

The streets of fifties summers, kali from the corner shop,

Sherbet lemons and ice pops, the voice of Margaret at ten,

What times will have done to you, what men

Used and abused you?

Solitary but not alone I read Lacan on desire

It is not a day I can visit the ward

Overcome by delusion's shadow.
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