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Bread and Circuses

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A lyrical collection of short poems ranges from quiet country scenes and childhood memories to urban sketches and religious reflections. The poet renders streams, gardens, market sellers, and domestic interiors in close sensory detail while pairing everyday observation with moral and spiritual meditation. Animal vignettes and playful pieces for children sit alongside elegies, prayers, and ironic portraits of modern life, producing tones of humour, tenderness, and solemnity. Varied forms and concise portraits move between pastoral lanes, London streets, and intimate household moments while attending to time, sorrow, and faith.

III

Soon may the whisp’ring blade Bow the grey grasses, Lo, the lush edge unfrayed Where the scythe passes! All with a stately speed Shorn and soft whistle Muted on nought of weed, Burdock nor thistle.— Grace hath possessed the sky, Hope hath o’er-spanned it, Parteth he hurriedly, Storm, the black bandit. Haste away, Waters grey, Spare of your shedding, Till we bestow our hay Safe in the steading.