Poem
Adrian Mitchell
BEATTIE IS THREE
BEATTIE IS THREE
BEATTIE IS THREE
At the top of the stairsI ask for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.
© 1975, the estate of Adrian Mitchell
From: The Apeman Cometh
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
Audio recording: Poetry International Festival, Rotterdam, 1983.
From: The Apeman Cometh
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
Adrian Mitchell
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1932 - 2008)
“Joyous, acrid and demotic tumbling lyricist Pied Piper determinedly singing us away from catastrophe.” (Angela Carter)
Dubbed the Shadow Poet Laureate in 2003 by Red Pepper magazine, Adrian Mitchell has been one of the most exciting popular voices in British poetry for almost half a century. He passed away just days before Christmas 2008, marking the end of an incredibly prolific, and political...
Dubbed the Shadow Poet Laureate in 2003 by Red Pepper magazine, Adrian Mitchell has been one of the most exciting popular voices in British poetry for almost half a century. He passed away just days before Christmas 2008, marking the end of an incredibly prolific, and political...
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BEATTIE IS THREE
At the top of the stairsI ask for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.
From: The Apeman Cometh
Audio recording: Poetry International Festival, Rotterdam, 1983.
BEATTIE IS THREE
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