Fleur Adcock

Fleur Adcock Biography

Kareen Fleur Adcock (known as Fleur Adcock) (born 10 February 1934) is a New Zealand poet and editor, of English and Northern Irish ancestry, who has lived much of her life in England.

Adcock was born in Auckland, but spent the years between 1939 and 1947 in the UK. Her sister is the novelist Marilyn Duckworth. She studied Classics at the Victoria University of Wellington, graduating with a M.A.. She worked as an assistant lecturer and later an assistant librarian at the University of Otago in Dunedin until 1962. She was married to two famous New Zealand literary personalities. In 1952 she married Alistair Campbell, (divorced 1958). Then in 1962 she married Barry Crump, divorcing in 1963.

In 1963, Adcock returned to England and took up a post as an assistant librarian at the Foreign ...

Fleur Adcock Quotes

11 November 2014

Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.

Fleur Adcock Comments

Stephanie 04 October 2021

Does anyone know what poem of hers the lines'growing younger toward my death' come from?

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Sylvia Frances Chan 21 August 2021

CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by PoemHunter and Team as The Poet Of The Day.God's Blessings greatest may fall upon you. Amen

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Anonymous 23 January 2019

Another poem that she wrote is For a five-year-old. its a great poem

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Annie Thanjan 07 October 2006

Read a fantastic poem by Fleur Adcock: Knife-play. The first reading is interesting but by the time you have read it a few times it grips you with a subtle charm.

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Annie Thanjan 07 October 2006

Read a fantastic poem by Fleur Adcock: Knife-play. The first reading is interesting but by the time you have read it a few times it grips you with a subtle charm.

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The Best Poem Of Fleur Adcock

Happy Ending

After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies- those
they had willingly displayed- but a frail
endeavour to apologise.

Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love-
and not that happier outcome- friends.

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