Biography of Daniel Brady
I adore Sylvia Plath and Philip Larkin. I'm desperately preoccupied by form in my own work a lot of the time. I don't really like a lot of my poems. I don't know what to say. I'm not as miserable as I probably come across to be.
Daniel Brady Poems
An old woman once told me That she’d met Thomas Hardy When she was just a nipper. I confessed myself impressed
He died upon the cross tonight, As God reclaimed his mortal son The world around was stripped of light.
A Cliche Of A Sonnet: The Princess And T...
As children, we would say our forevers Beneath the sun; cradled by its warmness. Each child is as another to a child; Rank or station does not thwart endeavours
An old woman once told me
That she’d met Thomas Hardy
When she was just a nipper.
I confessed myself impressed
By this literary reference,
But could not help but wonder:
“Have you, in your century
Of life, done some other thing