Eric Ratcliffe

Rookie (Aug 8,1918 / Teddington, England)

Eric Ratcliffe Poems

1. Ashram 6/4/2004
2. Roman Silchester 6/4/2004
3. The Coming Of The Tribe 6/4/2004
4. Corpse 6/3/2004
5. The Dreaming Townswoman 6/7/2004
6. Nuclear Heritage 6/4/2004
7. Flower-Girl, Isleworth Hospital 6/7/2004
8. Antelope Girl 6/7/2004
9. Eucia The Briton Greets The Dawn 6/8/2004
10. For Mary (Lost April 5th,1988) 5/25/2004
11. Naked River Spy 54 Bc 6/9/2004
12. Advent Ii 6/14/2004
13. Century House 6/7/2004
14. Sleep 6/6/2004
15. Advent Iii 6/15/2004
16. Advent Iv 6/16/2004
17. Advent Vi 6/17/2004
18. Lady Kneeling For Holy Communion 6/5/2004
19. Cave Love 6/4/2004
20. God And Mammon 6/4/2004
21. On Air 6/4/2004
22. Outside The Roman Palace At Fishbourne Ad 75 6/6/2004
23. Cyclic Adam 6/4/2004
24. Nurse, Teddington Hospital 6/3/2004
25. On Words 6/4/2004
26. Humility Of The Sea Gods 6/5/2004
27. Old Fragrance 6/7/2004
28. The Throw 6/4/2004
29. Before The Puffin Swam 6/5/2004
30. Escape Of The Slave Girl 6/5/2004
31. The Passing Of The Tribe 6/5/2004
32. The Maiden Of The Moon's Boat 6/6/2004
33. The Green Man 6/7/2004

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Best Poem of Eric Ratcliffe

The Green Man

In the essence between dragnet day;
in the peace betwen dwale and poplar;
in the twig and near holy things;
by Earth's deep sluices, in enormity
by giant carving mandibles;
designing not hollow lust in the tropics,
night bells or juices of heaven.
but sweeping music travelling the winter
to a new cradle lapped in crocus.
Knowing careful harlequin loins
stealing through blind, iron kingdoms,
and the regulated playfeet of topical ghosts
merrymaking in silver wilderness

- seeing in the shape of the fire, downwards
a dead moth army, brother to ...

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The Green Man

In the essence between dragnet day;
in the peace betwen dwale and poplar;
in the twig and near holy things;
by Earth's deep sluices, in enormity
by giant carving mandibles;
designing not hollow lust in the tropics,
night bells or juices of heaven.
but sweeping music travelling the winter
to a new cradle lapped in crocus.

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