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[post_content] => She has, as chimney sweepers, come to dust.
And bitten it. She has given up the ghost
and lies in cold obstruction there to rot
where angelstubs perfect untimely frost,
now she. Frights me thus living flesh
does yield soft saply to the axe’s edge.
Has gasped her last, pegged out, gone west.
Mislaid the future like a set of specs
or a loop of keys. Has booted the bucket,
dimmed her light to the glownub of a wick
and snuffed it, passed unto the kingdom of perpetual
night, hooked up with darkness as a bride.
Shuffled, mortal. Crossed the Styx into
history. She has joined the great majority,
sloughed off her body like a costume coat
discarded on the carpet. Dearly departed
sleep, bed down with beauty slain
and beauty dead. Black chaos comes again.
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[content] => Colette Bryce is a poet from Derry, Northern Ireland. She won the National Poetry Competition in 2003. She has published five poetry collections including The Full Indian Rope Trick (Picador, 2004), Self-Portrait in the Dark (2008) and The Whole & Rain-domed Universe (2014). The latter was shortlisted for the Costa and Forward prizes and received a Ewart-Biggs Award in memory of Seamus Heaney. Selected Poems (2017) was a PBS Special Commendation and winner of the Pigott Prize for Irish poetry. Colette was guest editor of The Poetry Review in 2019 and is currently editor of Poetry Ireland Review. Her new collection, The M Pages, was published by Picador in 2020.
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[content] => Colette Bryce is a poet from Derry, Northern Ireland. She won the National Poetry Competition in 2003. She has published five poetry collections including The Full Indian Rope Trick (Picador, 2004), Self-Portrait in the Dark (2008) and The Whole & Rain-domed Universe (2014). The latter was shortlisted for the Costa and Forward prizes and received a Ewart-Biggs Award in memory of Seamus Heaney. Selected Poems (2017) was a PBS Special Commendation and winner of the Pigott Prize for Irish poetry. Colette was guest editor of The Poetry Review in 2019 and is currently editor of Poetry Ireland Review. Her new collection, The M Pages, was published by Picador in 2020.
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She has, as chimney sweepers, come to dust.
And bitten it. She has given up the ghost
and lies in cold obstruction there to rot
where angelstubs perfect untimely frost,
now she. Frights me thus living flesh
does yield soft saply to the axe’s edge.
Has gasped her last, pegged out, gone west.
Mislaid the future like a set of specs
or a loop of keys. Has booted the bucket,
dimmed her light to the glownub of a wick
and snuffed it, passed unto the kingdom of perpetual
night, hooked up with darkness as a bride.
Shuffled, mortal. Crossed the Styx into
history. She has joined the great majority,
sloughed off her body like a costume coat
discarded on the carpet. Dearly departed
sleep, bed down with beauty slain
and beauty dead. Black chaos comes again.