About the poet
Born in south-east London where she still lives, Kate Tempest made her live debut as a spoken-...
The days, the days they break to fade.
What fills them I’ll forget.
Every touch and smell and taste.
This sun, about to set
can never last. It breaks my heart.
Each joy feels like a threat:
Although there’s beauty everywhere,
its shadow is regret.
Still, something in the coming dusk
whispers not to fret.
Don’t matter that we’ll lose today.
It’s not tomorrow yet.
from Hold Your Own (Picador, 2014) © Kate Tempest 2014, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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