Fiona Benson
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Four new poems by Fiona Benson
Heavenly Bodies for Mark Haworth-Booth Small mother, I want to believe that when the soul is released it is borne to the stars by a swan, though the body remains, your small bones laid in a Perspex kist and soft-clothed clean, beads at your mouth like a song for the child curled…
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Marcela Sonnets by Fiona Benson
Marcela Sonnets after Don Quixote i “I was born free, and to live free I chose the solitude of the countryside. The trees of these mountains are my company, the clear waters of these streams are my mirrors; and to the trees and waters I reveal my beauty.” You chose this, this loneliness and green…