Brian Wake Poems
- Goethe's Clock Goethe’s clock is ticking in an empty ...
- Country Dancing There is nothing to be frightened of, she ...
- Travelling Backwards At thirteen forty five our train begins ...
- Rwanda 1994 He fills, with pink, polluted dregs, a yellow ...
- Kept Simple Eighty seven or eight years old, she was, quite...
- Paradise During the war, their breakfast, every morning on ...
- Adrift My father talks of being twenty days in an open boat....
Writer, publisher and promoter of poetry for many years.8 books of poetry published. Work broadcast and published internationally.
Organised poetry events and open mic sessions for Sefton Council in Merseyside. Readings have involved
most of the biggest names in contemporary poetry.
Most recent publication, 'Etcetera - new and selected poems.'
Read at poetry events and readings throughout the UK. more »
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Goethe’s clock is ticking in an empty room.
He sits quite motionless. All art, then peels
a curling strip of wallpaper from a dilapidated
wall, begins, he says, from what we know
and seeks connections everywhere. All poetry
gives probability to our disjointed world.
Goethe winds his clock each afternoon
at twenty five to four. I wind the present on,
he says, the shipwrecked man ashore. I will assert
my part in what, until a moment such as this,
has been concealed. I wind a dawn of flickering
light bulbs into something more meticulous.
Goethe winds ...