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'Poets I have met and liked' list extends

I wrote this: She She has the soul of a black jaguar. Death was her idea. She was there when the first baby cried – made its breath from smoke. She created diamonds from dust and spun them into stars. She has swum through your darkest, deepest thoughts to gift you dreams and nightmares. and he wrote loads, but also this:

A Song of Praise for Ronnie

A SONG OF PRAISE FOR RONNIE, WHO IS IN FACT A CUDDLY RHINOCEROUS For his willingness to pose amongst spring flowers, on new-found clifftops (but not too close to the edge) under the arms of statues, on green-leafed hedges, with plates of food, pints of beer, the odd glass of fine champagne. For endless contributions to journeys and their return, to jobs needing to be done, to new adventures. For his wise greyness, his smile, his serenity, his tiny flirt or wry look, his relied on ears. For being watcher, keeper the soundest sleeper.

An M and an A

Today my MA became real and I love this fact.