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The 73<\/strong><\/p>\n The steel-blue bus sailed round the wide I ran because I could and landed on Blue filled the window now, a lighter blue, The bus either hurtled or crawled. It lurched, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n Terence Dooley<\/strong>‘s translation of Eduardo Moga’s Selected Poems<\/em> has just come out with Shearsman Books, and his own poems The Why of It<\/em> with The Argent Press. He has edited Penelope Fitzgerald’s essays A House Of Air<\/em> and her letters So I Have Thought Of You<\/em>.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The 73 The steel-blue bus sailed round the wide rain-darkened esplanade that cordoned off the city hall, late Doric, grandiose, and Mussolini grey. I ran because I could and landed on the moving platform cancelling my speed, and climbed the spiral stair, and sat considering the silver badge, the stoup where holy water […]<\/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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15716","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=15716"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15799,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15716\/revisions\/15799"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nrain-darkened esplanade that cordoned off
\nthe city hall, late Doric, grandiose,
\nand Mussolini grey.<\/p>\n
\nthe moving platform cancelling my speed,
\nand climbed the spiral stair, and sat
\nconsidering the silver badge, the stoup
\nwhere holy water might have quenched my ash.<\/p>\n
\na morning light, a quarter after nine,
\nI estimate, I estimated then,
\nwhen time was fluid, when there was plenty,
\nthe conductor was busy, the ride
\nwould be free, a penny saved was a penny
\ngained. I gave myself over to thought.<\/p>\n
\nand it was you I saw, raincoated,
\nhurrying, towards me and away, and always
\nfrom above. I could have dashed downstairs
\nand leapt into the traffic, hurdled the road
\nand given chase, but we had gathered speed,
\nI dithered, you rounded the corner, and that was
\nthe last of you I saw.<\/p>\n