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Close<\/strong> To appreciate how the sky came down into the room This time, all those gifts come on me at once, How this happens is beyond recall, even if I speak <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Susan Taylor<\/strong>‘s collection Temporal Bones<\/em> was published by\u00a0 from Oversteps Books in summer\u00a0 2016. She is collaborating with partner in poetry, Simon Williams, – and others – on a small flight of poetry shows touring literature festivals this year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Close \u00a0 for Steve To appreciate how the sky came down into the room and lifted me up into blue, you\u2019d have had to be there, inside my head, where all of the good things I\u2019ve said about your calling happen spontaneously. This time, all those gifts come on me at once, […]<\/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-12057","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\/12057","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=12057"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12057\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12060,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12057\/revisions\/12060"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12057"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12057"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12057"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/em>
\nfor Steve<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand lifted me up into blue, you\u2019d have had to be there,
\ninside my head, where all of the good things I\u2019ve said
\nabout your calling happen spontaneously.<\/p>\n
\nso I cannot speak properly of it. I land,
\nlightly, like a dandelion seed that has flown very high
\non her circular white parachute of silk.<\/p>\n
\nin this language passably close to other worlds.
\nI chose to go alone to a bench in your shady garden
\nand people came to sit very close to me, and silent.<\/p>\n