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I'm filled with admiration for what you've achieved, and particularly for the hard work and the 'cottage industry' aspect of it.
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Isabel Galleymore Shortlisted for the 2020 John Pollard Foundation International Poetry Prize
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Poem of the Day
Little Red Poem
If they ask for me tell them I have gone awayTaken from 'New Poetries V'...
to lead my people and be led by them;
to take the thorny path that leads to the light
to struggle, suffer and finally prevail.
Tell them the only home a man can hope for
if he wish to prove his life worthwhile
is the struggle to create a home for all mankind,
not the lone sad fight from one day to the next.
Tell them that if they want me they shall find
my thoughts in others’ books, in others’ words,
that I am nothing but an honest vessel,
a witness to the truth and not the truth itself.
But do not tell them I am in the attic
behind the false partition, biting my arm in fear,
my gun by my side; that, although reluctant,
I could, at a pinch, employ it for the cause.
freely adapted from the Slovenian
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