A letter poem by dom moraes biography

A Letter Almost I can recall where I was born; The hot verandas where the chauffeurs drowse Backyard dominion of the ragged thorn, A d a eless ser a ts i y Father s house, Whispering together in the backyard dirt Until their talk came true for me one day: My father hugging me so hard it hurt, My mother mad, and time we went away.

A letter poem by dom moraes biography

We travelled and I looked for love too young. More travel, and I looked for lust instead. –Tribe I was not ruled by wanting: I was young, And poems grew like maggots in my head. A fighting South-East Asia, with each gun Talking to me, then homeward to the green And dung- smeared plains ruled over by the sun.

A letter poem by dom moraes biography summary

When I had done with that, I was fifteen. At sixteen I came here to start again A i fa t s trip, here a y k e to alk, I stumbled dumbly through the English rain, The literature, the drink, the talk, talk, talk. I wrote about them: It was waste of breath.

For many they were home, for me too wild, Too walled for me those valleys full of death Wh