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Fleur Adcock
Fleur Adcock
(1934 / Auckland)
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At The Crossing
The tall guy in a green T-shirt,
vanishing past me as I cross
in the opposite direction,
has fairy wings on his shoulders:
toy ones, children's fancy-dress wings,
cartoonish butterfly cut-outs.
Do they say gay? No time for that.
He flickers past the traffic lights -
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.