Poem of the week Nocturnal by Paul Bailey

over 3 years in The guardian

Written for a former lover who quietly chose to die, this work’s uncluttered eloquence offers pure refreshmentNocturnalI knew a man once who wished he hadn’t been born.He meant what he said.He wasn’t a poseur.In the few, radiant years I knew himHe never spoke for effect. Continue reading...

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