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Poem
From the magazine:X Ray
Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star
and, mother, some obsessed turn over every stone
or open graves to let that starlight in.
There are men who would open anything.
Harvey, the circulation of the blood,
and Freud, the circulation of our dreams,
pried honourably...
and, mother, some obsessed turn over every stone
or open graves to let that starlight in.
There are men who would open anything.
Harvey, the circulation of the blood,
and Freud, the circulation of our dreams,
pried honourably...

Table of Contents
- Sandra McPherson
- Michael Cameron
- Dannie Abse
- Lawrence Raab
- William Scammell
- Henry Petroski
- Donald Hall
- Edwin Brock
- Michael Hamburger
- James Wright
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