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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Written from Shanghai with a global perspective, By Degrees bears witness to the surreality and devastation of day-to-day life in the midst of a pandemic. Ghastly football matches, Skype funerals, and innumerable candles lit for the dead are recorded with disbelief, with horror, and with heart-rending empathy.
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Published 2021 by
Smith|Doorstop Books
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © David Tait 2021
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-912196-89-0
eBook ISBN 978-1-912196-90-6
Typeset by The Poetry Business
Inside cover artwork by Ellen McLeod
Printed by Biddles, Sheffield
Smith|Doorstop Books are a member of Inpress: www.inpressbooks.co.uk
Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue, Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD
The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Contents
Shanghai in November
By Degrees
The Virus at My Window
The Pitch Invasion
Sonnet
The Skype Funerals
Candles
Get Well Soon, Prime Minister
The Flattened Curve
Remembering Glen Torridon
The Snowline
The Panorama Trick
The Censors
Wuxi
Nocturne
The Last Road Trip
At Tianchi Lake
For Christine Burn
Shanghai in November
A reminder on Facebook
to wish you happy birthday
even though you’ve been gone
for three years.
Then in the afternoon a ginkgo tree;
its leaves abandoning it
when brushed with
the slightest breeze.
There’s an ease to letting go
that doesn’t feel right,
the weight of this tree’s
squandered gold
and how it’s swept away,
the embarrassment it causes
the street-sweepers.
This city has no room
for the seasons of loss,
see, even this moment causes discomfort:
Why is that foreigner staring?
Why is his head in his hands?
By Degrees
The security guard puts the gun to my head
then clicks. He turns it to show me: 36 degrees
and waves me in, his expression hidden
behind his mask, his eyes vacant.
