Brian Patten

(7 February 1946 / Liverpool / England)

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  • Shiva yadav (10/5/2018 7:17:00 AM)

    Brain pattern ke baare mein

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  • Shiva yadav (10/5/2018 7:16:00 AM)

    About writ

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  • rcnewby@hotmail.com (4/29/2018 6:01:00 PM)

    I've always remembered this line, can't catch a butterfly with a sledge hammer, so true. I gave up trying and it worked.

  • Tom Allport (10/14/2017 6:39:00 AM)

    Hi Brian, I was just thinking what your current thoughts are on one of your poems called Looking Back at It and if there was any lessons learnt from when you first wrote it? ............best wishes TA

  • Brigie Murphy (6/21/2015 6:03:00 AM)

    Hi, I am doing one of your poems for my drama exam, it is... A SMALL DRAGON. I really like this poem

  • Afifa Ahmed (2/7/2015 5:55:00 AM)

    Please can I have the answer today as I need it for homework

  • Afifa Ahmed (2/7/2015 5:54:00 AM)

    What is the figurative language used in this poem

Best Poem of Brian Patten

And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be

You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.

In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.

You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip the skin from your nerves,
Cause havoc with a computered heart.

You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
You tried not to hurt and ...

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The Right Mask

One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,

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