Retired early, but spent half last night
Reading sonnets by Tony Harrison
Who, like me, likes simple language that might
Mean something to a housewife, working man
And uses rhythm and rhyme, makes it scan
Doesn't like chopped-up prose (gets up his nose)
Well-travelled, he's lived with the African
The North and South American, the snows
Of Leeds and Newcastle; described all those
Best of all was the way he still burned bright
With love for all his proud parents had done
Enabling him to read, all night, his prose
And poetry, like me, and, by lamplight
Appreciating luxuries hard won
Thur 11 Oct 2007
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