Ros Barber (born 1964) is a British poet and writer. Barber was born in Washington D.C., where her father was working for the US government, and grew up in Essex, later moving to Sussex to study for a Biology degree. Both parents are physicists by training, and Barber has a strong interest in science and mathematics which comes through i the formal aspects of many of her poems

How to Leave the World that Worships should by Ros Barber

Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves
Let junkmail build its castles in the hush
of other people’s halls. Let deadlines burst
and flash like glorious fireworks somewhere else
As hours go softly by, let others curse
the roads where distant drivers queue like sheep
Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds
Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep

Above, the sky unrolls its telegram
immense and wordless, simply understood
you’ve made your mark like birdtracks in the sand
now make the air in your lungs your livelihood
See how each wave arrives at last to heave
itself upon the beach and vanish. Breathe

 

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) was born in Dublin to unconventional parents. His mother, Lady Jane Francesca Wilde (1820-96), was a poet and journalist. Her pen name was Sperenza. According to a story she warded off creditors by reciting Aeschylus. Wilde's father was Sir William Wilde, an Irish antiquarian, gifted writer, and specialist in diseases of the eye and ear, who founded a hospital in Dublin a year before Oscar was born. His work gained for him the honorary appointment of Surgeon Oculist

To My Wife - With A Copy Of My Poems by Oscar Wilde

Sonnet To Liberty by Oscar Wilde

Born in Yorkshire in 1952, Helen Dunmore studied English at York University and taught in Finland for two years before publishing her first book. She has worked as a writer, reader, performer and teacher of Poetry and Creative Writing, tutoring residential writing courses for the Arvon Foundation and taking part in the Poetry Society's Writer in Schools scheme. She has also taught at the University of Glamorgan, the University of Bristol's Continuing Education Department and for the Open College

 All The Things You Are Not Yet by Helen Dunmore

Tonight there's a crowd in my head
all the things you are not yet
You are words without paper, pages
sighing in summer forests, gardens
where builders stub out their rubble
and plastic oozes its sweat
All the things you are, you are not yet

Not yet the lonely window in midwinter
with the whine of tea on an empty stomach
not yet the heating you can't afford and must wait for
tamping a coin in on each hour
Not the gorgeous shush of restaurant doors
and their interiors, always so much smaller
Not the smell of the newsprint, the blur
on your fingertips — your fame. Not yet

the love you will have for Winter Pearmains
and Chanel No 5 — and then your being unable
to buy both washing-machine and computer
when your baby's due to be born,
and my voice saying, "I'll get you one"
and you frowning, frowning
at walls and surfaces which are not mine
all this, not yet. Give me your hand

that small one without a mark of work on it
the one that's strange to the washing-up bowl
and doesn't know Fairy Liquid for whiskey
Not yet the moment of your arrival in taxis
at daring destinations, or your being alone at stations
with the skirts of your fashionable clothes flapping
and no money for the telephone

Not yet the moment when I can give you nothing
so well-folded it fits in an envelope
a dull letter you won't reread
Not yet the moment of your assimilation
in that river flowing westward: rivers of clothes
of dreams, an accent unlike my own
saying to someone I don't know: darling

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Ruth Padel is a British poet, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. She has won the UK National Poetry Competition and published six collections of poetry, celebrated for glittering imagery, and for "passion, wit, music, texture and elegance" (Paul Durcan).
Voodoo Shop (2002) was shortlisted for the T. S. Eliot and Whitbread Prizes. "Visual, sensuous and highly seductive, as if Wallace Stevens had hijacked Sylvia Plath with a dash of punk Sappho thrown in," said the Times Literary Suppl

TIGER DRINKING AT FOREST POOL by Ruth Padel

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