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Primavera<\/strong><\/p>\n There is perfume on the table Federica, There is only the fountain, Federica, There are Archangels in October leaves, Federica Listen Federica, spring is pealing the leaflets \u2013 the juniper\u2019s blue Our honey feet collide, each age an infant <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Charlie Baylis<\/strong> lives and works in Nottingham. He reviews poetry for Stride. His own creative writing has most recently appeared in Stride, Agave<\/em> and Litro,<\/em> he has been shortlisted for the\u00a0 Bridport Prize (UK)\u00a0 and nominated for a Pushcart Prizes (US)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Primavera There is perfume on the table Federica, Flowers, pressed and in the letter There is an offer of marriage \u2013 the letter is red. There is only the fountain, Federica, Only water, gushing out hymns; it remits The babies I hold in my mittens, their moons – the letter is red […]<\/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-8215","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8215","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=8215"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8215\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8219,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8215\/revisions\/8219"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFlowers, pressed and in the letter
\nThere is an offer of marriage \u2013 the letter is red.<\/p>\n
\nOnly water, gushing out hymns; it remits
\nThe babies I hold in my mittens, their moons – the letter is red<\/p>\n
\nIn Eugene gardens, softer than the soft of softness
\nThere is an offer of marriage \u2013 from me – the letter is red<\/p>\n
\nShadow in kisses of peace. The gusts shut out gusts
\nOver wuthering heights, the matchstick strikes \u2013 the letter is red<\/p>\n
\nSay yes \u2013 Federica \u2013 the letter is red – say yes.<\/p>\n