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| Not an owl on the bough after all; But a patch of grey light forcing Through fir. A light-bird. A bird-light. Returning phantom. Or poem to my shortening sight. -John Fowles- |
Greetings to all poets and friends! I recently caught up on my John Fowles reading, with The French Lieutenant's Woman, a superb example of post-modernism at its most existential. Fowles is little known as a poet, with many of his pieces published posthumously. Read more on Poetry Foundation.
Once again, the floor is open to those who wish to share a poem of their choice.
Enjoy!
6 comments:
I love the poem... especially the turn around light-bird and bird-light...
Thank you for sharing the John Fowles poem, Kerry! I didn't know that he wrote poetry and now I will be looking for more. It has certainly inspired me this misty, frosty morning, so much that I didn't notice my frozen toes! I'm off to fidn some warm socks and a hot drink!
Thanks for the lovely owl sighting in the poem of Fowles;
Have a nice Tuesday
much love...
Cool.
Hi, friends. xo
Oh, I didn't know Fowles was a poet too! I'll have fun looking him up for more, ta.
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