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Bird<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>Lamp in paperfields Do you know how sudden you are The sad dying voice of the bird We are the poem \u2013 Look This is how it has to be. of being one thing when you lower the lamp if you fall the moon will step down \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Helen Calcutt<\/strong> <\/strong>is an English poet choreographer and dance artist. Associated with the traditions of European verse, her work has received global publication, featuring in journals such as Equinox<\/em> , The London Magazine<\/em>, The Salzburg Review<\/em>, Poetry Scotland<\/em>, and The New Yorker<\/em>. She is founder of radical contemporary project \u00e9criture corporelle<\/em> \u00a0\u2013 a \u2018bodily writing\u2019 which launched at the internationally acclaimed Poetry International Festival in July 2014. The project is set to tour extensively across the UK in 2015. She is the author of\u00a0 Sudden rainfal<\/em>l her first collection of poetry, published by experimental English publishing house Perdika Press.\u00a0http:\/\/helencalcutt.org\/<\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bird Lamp in paperfields and in the sky, a compression of long halls. Do you know how sudden you are how sad? Sadness being air or soft fly of a thing over dark houses. The sad dying voice of the bird is my dying voice We are the poem \u2013 Look our heads, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10827","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10827"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23835,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10827\/revisions\/23835"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand in the sky, a compression of long halls.<\/p>\n
\nhow sad? Sadness being air
\nor soft fly of a thing
\nover dark houses.<\/p>\n
\nis my dying voice<\/p>\n
\nour heads, tongues
\ndrag with the old clock.<\/p>\n
\nThe shadows dancing on the eaves
\nknow our trick<\/p>\n
\nBird<\/p>\n
\nof your voice
\nmy mouth rises to its light,
\nI dilate under your finger-tones,<\/p>\n
\nand hold you close.<\/p>\n