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Slightly Foxed: or, the Widower of Bayswater: William Plomer

Decades ago wits, poets and dukes Circled like planets round Gloria Jukes, Bluestocking, tuft-hunter, grande amoureuse- Was ever a salon brilliant as hers? Her name still turns up though she’s turned up her toes, You meet her in memoirs, they … Continue reading

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Slowly The Poison The Whole Bloodstream Fills: William Empson

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills. It is not your system or clear sight that mills Down small to the consequence … Continue reading

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