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Tag Archives: David Tait
Have you ever seen the entire works of Vladimir Nabokov falling, like through water, from a second-floor window followed soon after by Mendelstam, Dostoyevsky, The Norton Anthology of Contemporary Russian Poetry, the women that eat each other, some photographs of … Continue reading
When I analyse love’s hushed film I’m reminded of slow-motion replays of athletes passing batons to the next stage of a relay, and how at such speed all gestures seem significant: rippling legs, bouldered fists, the grandiloquent precision of a … Continue reading
If you have not, on your travels come across a middle-aged man in his finest suit, walking barefoot across the pebbled surf, his glasses hanging loose in one hand, then you’ve never been to my land, where such scenes are … Continue reading
I rarely consider my own existence, but now when you ask me how I measure myself, how I view life’s progress between last year and this, I’m unable to give you an answer. It would be easiest I’m sure as … Continue reading
My mother in the back yard troubling the gate latch, lifting tubs through the long shadows; setting them down, picking them up as next door’s cat stares out from its window, and footsteps roll through the cobbled alley. All these … Continue reading
I woke in the small hours to see you standing at the window staring out at the snow the evening news had been filled with – though when I next woke you were in bed snoring beside me, the snow … Continue reading