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I have taken my chocolate ladybirdswalking by the rails of kentish town onlyat night when the glow of my ladybirds' backscannot be seen by the daylight peoplewho would ask the wrong questionsi walk by the rails and head through the networkreverently we lay our heads of gingeron the sealed covers of the city under the porcelainlights where the diesel passes (nitelyi and my ladybirdsthe thick

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Having spent the last few months in France Robert has been absent from his circle. Here in Kentish Town we have not forgotten about his poetry or him. I was pleased to get a postcard of The Seine at Christmas with a typical Rob offering scrawled on the back:The bed stretches towards the windowwhere the Gallic light filtersthrough wooden blinds half closed,and the lamp has become an electric

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Back in the SPQRFirst I’d written full of good intentions –I wrote a letter which began, “Dear Ovid..”Tactless really , just by what it mentions;His friends at least thought of him while we hid.“Our network contacts keep us in the know,a lifeline to our hero, and a link:while the senate’s false seeds take and growanyone who denies them’s thrown in clink.They rate me potentially subversive, a

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For those of you who missed the beginning of this tale on pomesonpoets here is the experience Rob sent from RomeROBUTUS OVIDII AMICUSSomewhere on the third hillbeside the railway lineabove the Piazza Risorgimento -home in on Google Earth& you can just see it among the ruinscenturies old – the tomb of Robutus, my ancestor.I found it, separate from the vaults,a weathered slab, sloping encrustation,

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I wish I could remember what the letter said:with goatskin vino, hunk of bread and cheese.I wish I'd had a photographic memoryseated at ease in oleander shade.(Can still see my Chaucer notes 'bout Ars Amoriscan't recall Ovid's letter, held in my hands),can just envision shadows on a pageof freshly folded parchment, bright sun in the square.Two things are even odder: as I write these linesin the

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