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Sophie Hannah Poems
Leaving and Leaving You
When I leave you postcode and your commuting station, When I left undone all the things we planned to do You may feel you have been left by association But there is leaving and leaving you.
Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a monumental phone bill, A feeling of unworthiness, sharp pain
Your Dad Did What?
Where they have been, if they have been away, or what they've done at home, if they have not - you make them write about the holiday. One writes My Dad did. What? Your Dad did what?
He has slept with accountants and brokers, With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds). He has slept with non-smokers and smokers In commercial and cultural fields.
The Pros and Cons
He’ll be pleased if I phone to ask him how he is. It will make me look considerate and he likes considerate people. He’ll be reassured to see that I haven’t lost interest,
You Won't Find a Bath in Leeds
From the River Cam and the A14 To the Aire and the tall Ml, We left the place where home had been, Still wondering what we'd done,
Long For This World
I settle for less than snow, try to go gracefully like seasons go which will regain their ground -
The During Months
Like summer in some countries and like rain in mine, for nuns like God, for drunks like beer, like food for chefs, for invalids like pain, You've occupied a large part of the year.
I know the rules and hear myself agree Not to invest beyond this one night stand. I know your patter: in, out, like the sea. The sharp north wind must blow away the sand.
Comments about Sophie Hannah
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Leaving and Leaving You
When I leave you postcode and your commuting station,
When I left undone all the things we planned to do
You may feel you have been left by association
But there is leaving and leaving you.
When I leave your town and the club that you belong to,
When I leave without much warning or much regret,
Remember, there's doing wrong and there's doing wrong to
You, which I'll never do and I haven't yet,
And when I have gone, remember that in weighing
Everything up, from love to a cheaper rent,
You were all the reasons I thought of staying,
And none of the reasons...