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Subject:

Re: sub-secret

From:

"Bousfield, Christine [CES]" <[log in to unmask]>

Reply-To:

The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>

Date:

Mon, 11 Nov 2002 18:24:14 -0000

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 Dear sally
It wasn't intended to be but to give a sense of how history is inexorable
Obviously didn't come off
BW
Christine

-----Original Message-----
From: Sally Evans
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: 10/11/02 17:53
Subject: Re: sub-secret

ear ~Christine,
I don't think the poem 's too short for the inof but thqa the
information is
too long for one poem. That's actually sayign a different thing, if you
think about it. I think the two middle stanzas give a good picture in
their
own right. A poem is not a data bank.
bw
SallyE

on 10/11/02 5:38 pm, Bousfield, Christine [CES] at [log in to unmask]
wrote:

> Dear All
> an oldish poem revised a few times. Folk tell me it's too short for
all that
> information and they want to hear from uncle-but I'm stuck and I like
the
> almost sonnet look. What do you think?
> BW
> Christine
>
> Secret
>
> Her twins lived a few hours; her daughter,
> named Verity for a dead sister,
> married a young airman in New York State
> who deserted for a bimbo on the Internet.
>
> My aunt strained her eyes penning airmail,
> washable blue Quink in sloping letters,
> knitting tea-cosies and babies' leggings,
> baking fatless sponges for chapel bazaars.
>
> We slept on clouds of goose feathers
> in their attic in County Durham,
> white lace pillowslips scented like gardens;
>
> I never cared for her much after Gretchen,
> Uncle said at her funeral.  Should've stayed
> in Germany in forty five. We never got on.

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