Doina Cornell
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The First of January Nineteen Ninety Five
The sky of dreams reminds me of its blue there’s waves of wind coming through the trees-sea. Last night I died my head split & body purged itself of blood and bile. So the old year went down with me. After darkness we rise! Newborn the world today with myself, the year, the day. Sun […]
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To My Friend The Vendor
A poem about my Irish friend Paul who was a Big Issue vendor.
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Daisy: 2nd place poem 1984 Surrey Advertiser
Second place aged 16 in the Surrey Advertiser Poetry Competition! “A quiet poem for second place, clearly spaced and taking the eye very much at its own speed. There is no attempt to disturb the set tone by inserting anything which approaches the startling. I felt that Doina Cornell knew precisely what she was aiming […]
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Tiger
The tiger prowls, pacing back and forth across the cage, dreaming of freedom before this, this futile pacing back and forth, the hunk of meat glaring red in the bleak concrete desert Those staring pale faces are amusing as he paces back and forth, musing on freedom: chasing, killing, eating a mate to win, but […]