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Edwin Morgan

Edwin Morgan

Nine One Word Poems

A Far Cool Beautiful Thing, Vanishing
       blue
 
 
The Dear Green Plaice
      Glasgow
 
 
Homage to Zukofsky
       the
 
 
The Dilemmas of a Horn
      roncesvalles
 
 
Ada Nada Paradada
      dom
 
 
Lattice, Lettuce, Ladders
      vasarely
 
 
Wet Dry Wet Dry Wet Asdic
      dolphins
 
 
Dangerous Glory
      morning
 
 
O Vapour-trails! O Water-melons!
      voznesensky

from Dreams and Other Nightmares: New and Uncollected Poems 1954-2009

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