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Featured Poet: Tim Cockburn

Eyewear is very glad to welcome, this Back to School week, young British poet Tim Cockburn (pictured).  Cockburn was born in 1985 in Banbury, Oxfordshire, and raised in Nottingham.


He is a graduate of the Creative Writing BA at the Norwich School of Art and Design, and is currently completing an MA at the University of East Anglia. A regular contributor to the Stop Sharpening Your Knives anthology series, he has poems forthcoming in the next instalment. He lives and works in Norwich.


I offer two of his new short poems, which strike me as just right.  He's one to watch.


Deco
I love you because you are like love
a flimsy and preposterous thing,
like a deco bedside cabinet
whose gold trim is coming away,
whose quilted sides are yellow and punctured,
but that you buy anyhow,
if only because, among the serious junk,
its cheerful stab at flair seems
a certain defiance, a retort.
---
Reminder about the songs currently in the charts
They mean how beautiful and near she is.
Though now each asks no more than to rest
an elbow on your consciousness
as a tired lane swimmer pauses for breath
at the end of the pool, then pushes away again,
when they do it won’t be forever;
they will catch you in some bar or bedroom
and mean how beautiful and near she is.
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poems by Tim Cockburn
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Anonymous said…
These two poems are beautiful. Good choice.
Sat Oct 02, 04:36:00 pm 2010
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