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KEATS' GROVE
"The melody lingers on — that unheard is sweeter." Once, he said that, hearing what we do not hear, making us listen. Keats? a Grove, Café, school, library — capitalise, commercialise? No! the name defies, echoes through the house where he couldn't be preserved, except in these pages, touched, inscribed, these miniatures gazed at. 'Relics!' but still the sound of a hoarse voice, some strange aura survives, the festering of regret the ache of what could never be for him: a rage that chokes against decay and shatters under glass.
CECILY LAMBERT

KEATS' GROVE

"The melody lingers on —
that unheard is sweeter."
Once, he said that, hearing
what we do not hear,
making us listen.

Keats? a Grove,
Café, school,
library —
capitalise,
commercialise?
No! the name defies,
echoes through the house
where he couldn't be preserved,
except in these pages,
touched, inscribed,

these miniatures
gazed at.
'Relics!'
but still
the sound

of a hoarse voice, some strange
aura survives,
the festering of regret
the ache of what could never be
for him:

a rage
that chokes
against decay
and shatters
under glass.

CECILY LAMBERT

from
The Hallamshire & Osgoldcross Poetry Express #1

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