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| The Poetry of Nicholas Hancock The Poet of Despair Published by The British Hancock Society with the permission of the author. |
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| A JANUARY SKY IN LIVERPOOL A zenith of blue milk, high altitude pale yellow, a sun that hangs on silk: you look it in the eye; its polished wheel and felloe inflame, then scorify mind's inner sky; its sharp optician's light now strokes the torpid retina, hypnotically bright. Behind the winter trees it floats, a burning Etna, and follows as it sees you walk at ease. Like Lazarus in bands old Midland Goods is rising beneath the preying hands of sacramental cranes: the city's advertising rebirth and Labour pains beneath jet planes that score the sky with trails forever disappearing, bright silver tracks of snails upon the yellow haze forever reappearing; time will once more erase them from our gaze. But it's the sky's low veil that sings to us so sadly, a yellowed hung percale above the Dale Street roofs. A whim drives us off madly as if light needed proof - but it's aloof.
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