Our lives are made up mostly of ordinary things:
Sun in the morning kitchen
Rings the day’s bell clear and lively
Sings with the frying sizzle
The tap’s swish
The kettle’s hiss and bubble.
...and the poet, like a still-life painter, may bring us to what was already there.
(Extracted from the editor's foreword, lines from Sun in the morning kitchen.)
Sun in the morning kitchen
Rings the day’s bell clear and lively
Sings with the frying sizzle
The tap’s swish
The kettle’s hiss and bubble.
...and the poet, like a still-life painter, may bring us to what was already there.
(Extracted from the editor's foreword, lines from Sun in the morning kitchen.)
