Wimbledon Prayer
“Lead me not into unforced errors./ Let me not be despatched into oblivion/ By a fresh-faced opponent—unseeded, unknown…” Shanta Acharya marks the start of Wimbledon 2014 with a tennis player’s prayer.
Read More“Lead me not into unforced errors./ Let me not be despatched into oblivion/ By a fresh-faced opponent—unseeded, unknown…” Shanta Acharya marks the start of Wimbledon 2014 with a tennis player’s prayer.
Read More“Sudan’s great poet, dead?/ …Why hadn’t we heard him?/ Why didn’t we crowd the streets,/ mourning like the people of his city?” Weekend poem, by Darrell Petska.
Read More“…maybe this is the problem with empires: how they have forced us to live in a world lacking in mermaids…” Weekend poem, by Kei Miller.
Read More“I flicked a farthing// to the best busker in all the universe and wandered/ home with rushing-watermill ears..” Weekend poem, by Adam Heardman.
Read More“I think of my own mother/ folded tight into/ her warm dark bed/ of Mississippi Delta clay.” Weekend poem (May 18), by Susan Castillo Street.
Read More“I see cracked brown hands/ pick a pair of amrood/ on two stems kissing like cherries.”
Weekend poem (May 11), by Yusra Amjad.
“come when the rains/ will not stain your/ lily-white shroud// where the sun/ will not freeze/ your blood…” Weekend poem, by David Ishaya Osu.
Read More“Waits for a tug at the bait:/ a book with blank pages strung/ from the hook of a question mark.” Weekend poem, by Cortney Lamar Charleston.
Read More“Then there were stars and he tried to breathe in the pulse of their light./ The flickering of stars is like the heartbeat before death.” Weekend poem, by Clarissa Aykroyd.
Read More“It diminishes you,/ Amina, so// To sell your splendour/ In the name of charity…” Weekend poem, by Samuel Reilly.
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