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Published: 25-Mar-2013
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Story Summary It was the day
She first noticed
Her breasts growing.
She sat on the summer-house step;
Felt them tilt
Through her slip.
They shook
Under the cambric,
White does in shade.
It was then
She smelled the elderflower;
The gypsy-blooms,
The rank-dreamers
Who shake out shawls
For the dead.
They trembled above her head,
Five-petalled, five-stamened,
Vibrant in the breeze,
And suffused her body,
Fleeting, equivocal,
In bridal with the stealing sun.
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Acclaimed English poet. Her determinedly neo-romantic poetry explores sacred myth, legend, history-in-landscape, and human feeling—and their connections to the 'inner landscapes' of the imaginative mind. Her choice of subject matter is perhaps partly a reaction to her growing up in the industrial city of Stoke-on-Trent. The compact vividness of her visual imagery is akin to that of the Anglo Saxon riddles, Symbolist poetry, or the work of García Lorca.