Book Ends

Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead
we chew it slowly that last apple pie.

Shocked into sleeplessness you're scared of bed.
We never could talk much, and now don't try.

You're like book ends, the pair of you, she'd say,
Hog that grate, say nothing, sit, sleep, stare...

The 'scholar' me, you, worn out on poor pay,
only our silence made us seem a pair.

Not as good for staring in, blue gas,
too regular each bud, each yellow spike.

A night you need my company to pass
and she not here to tell us we're alike!

You're life's all shattered into smithereens.

Back in our silences and sullen looks,
for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between's
not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.

Recordings

Tony Harrison

Tony Harrison Reading from his poems

1Thomas Campey and the Copernican System

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2The Pocket Wars of Peanuts Joe

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3The Bedbug

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4Guava Libre

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5Prague Spring

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6The Nuptial Torches

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7'Flying down to Rio'

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8Heredity

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9On Not Being Milton

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10Classics Society

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11National Trust

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12Them & [uz]

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13Book Ends

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14Isolation

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15Continuous

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16Marked with D.

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17The Icing Hand

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18Timer

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19Under the Clock

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20Gaps

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21Initial Illumination

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22A Cold Coming

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23Legal Ruling

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24The Cycles of Donji Vakuf

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25Noah's Sacrifice

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26Fig on the Tyne

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27The Krieg Anthology (extracts)

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28Shrapnel

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