Philip Gross Poems
- The Key to the Kingdom It's not exile, homes and families ...
- Goal One flash and no looking back, that moment, ...
- Flat Earthers Flat earth: how could they have ...
- Borrowed Light Sunup in the financial quarter, ...
- Step Home, after too long in hospital, your each ...
- No Peace in Your Deafness just clangorous muting. Then, by ...
- The Boat Made of Poems sings and hums and talks and whispers ...
Philip Gross (born 1952) is a poet, novelist, playwright and academic, based in Britain.
Philip Gross was born in 1952 in Britain, at Delabole, in north Cornwall, near the sea. He was the only child of Juhan Gross, an Estonian wartime refugee, and the daughter of the local village school-master. He grew up and was educated in Plymouth. In junior school he began writing stories, and when in his teens he began writing poetry. He went on to study at Sussex University, where he took his B.A. in English. He worked for a correspondence college and in several libraries (he has a diploma in librarianship).
In the 1980s he married his first wife, Helen. He and she had a son and a daughter. ... more »
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The Key to the Kingdom
It's not exile, homes and families behind
us, where we meet. It happens anywhere,
now: a stateless
state of no name, quietly seceding
from the crumbling empires round us,
without stamps or Eurovision entries.
No-one does it with a rough guide in a week.
You inhabit it
or nothing. Like this: in a pavement cafe
you blink and you seem to surprise them,
the crowd, all its separate faces at once,
coming out of solution like crystals,
like a rush of starlings
or the breeze that lifts the canvas awning
now and dents your cappuccino froth...