Lee Harwood Poems
|1.||SEPTEMBER DUSK BY NANT Y GEUALLT||7/21/2018|
|2.||CENTRAL PARK ZOO||7/21/2018|
|4.||PAGHAM HARBOUR SPRING||7/21/2018|
|8.||Pagham Harbour Spring||5/16/2011|
|9.||The Final Painting||1/3/2003|
|10.||Central Park Zoo||5/16/2011|
Comments about Lee Harwood
The table was filled with many objects
The wild tribesmen in the hills,
whose very robes were decorated with designs
of a strangeness & upsetting beauty
that went much further than the richly coloured silks embroidered there could ever suggest; . . .
There were piles of books, yet each one
was of a different size and binding.
The leathers were so finely dyed. The blues
& purples, contrasting with the deceptive simplicity
of the 'natural' tans.
And this prism & arrangement of colours
cannot be set down - the fresh arrangements
& angles possible can ...