The spuggies are back -
a word I lifted from Basil Bunting
and was never entirely sure how to pronounce,
having only seen it in print, in Briggflatts,
and at the time had little cause to adopt
with the London sparrow in extinction;
but now three are cheeping in my lilacs.
The other word I learned from Basil Bunting
he spoke aloud, the last time I met him:
‘bleb', meaning condom - as used, he said
(to his severe disapprobation)
by 12-year-old girls on the Tyne & Wear
housing estate where we were calling on him.
I think they asked him if he had any.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem