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Thought I'd locate for you the 3 poems of Liz Bassett whose poetry I most highly esteem. Following is her 'First Love' poem found in John Burnside's Poetry Workshop, 2 November 2005, in the _GUARDIAN_: *First love by Liz Bassett* You feel it now - in the after school light that is leaf mush and wooden birds clicking in trees, and the pale bellies of planes spilling shooting stars more bright; more instant than love - and your twelve slow years folded behind you waiting; knowing this love, already. You hold it close - brittle as the limbs of old dolls you found buried like mandrake roots; like bones of birds in slow, insistent flight through earth - and below the breathing clouds tomatoes hold out their stubborn globes of light.