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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Sensitive to Temperature seeks out the precariousness and sensitivities of language, as well as the fragilities of the world it represents. These are eco-poems that experience time on a human and non-human scale, from the movements of rock to the sources of rivers.
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Published 2023 by
New Poets List
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © Serena Alagappan 2023
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-914914-47-8
eBook ISBN 978-1-914914-48-5
Typeset by Utter
Cover image: Luke Stackpole on Unsplash
Printed by Biddles Books
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Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue,
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The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Contents
slipface
The Sky Has a Body
Aurora
Clockwork
White Bows
The Body Keeps the Score
Leisureland
After the Mushroom at the End of the World
Slugs in a Storm
Holy
Tiffin
shop local
How Dark the Beginning
Red Moon
even now, assembling
Nostalgia Architects
Forest Fire from Far Away
The Beginning of the Thames
Sensitive to Temperature
Let’s Catch Up Soon
Acknowledgements
slipface
gazing up at a long shallow angle of loose sand recalls
the typical dread: if I reach out, will you make
time for me?
the steep lee size of those aeolian landforms involves erosion:
what is left besides deflation, desert, and pavement?
there exist geological agents, such as rivers, glaciers, and waves, water –
really – who offer sediment. among these transformations comes
has the moment passed? sun radiates off the slipface, and longing in its breath, I
shake my head toward the dune. no, I say. the moment’s
never passed with you.
The Sky Has a Body
The sky has a body – it blushes, coughs
with smoke, folds under atmospheric
pressure, warms pink, goes cold and quiet,
runs a fever, crowds with unwanted visitors,
expels birds like a throat swallows stones,
like a stomach stills a swarm of butterflies.
The sky wheezes with its wind, loses its
breath, belches thunder, heart beats shocks
of electricity and weeps from every pore
when it’s hurting.
