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Fleur Adcock
Fleur Adcock
(1934 / Auckland)
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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'
Looking desperately for a Fleur Adcock poem about a woman at her door turning her key to her own home. I heard it recited by David Whyte and cannot find it. Can you help? Thank you, Nanci
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.
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.