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‘Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.’ from The Waste land , T.S.Eliot streets of Hackney, East London, today. 3D337BDC-6CDE-4056-8C5D-D507414CDB02
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‘All through the supine hours I heard thunder.’ from We Walk the Streets, Martin Carter (Guyana). streets of Hackney, East London. E49136F2-0CCF-412A-A0C5-C2C404EB27A2
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‘yourself and the other, the point of your shoe setting the pace, if you break away and run the dance is over’ from Pictures from Brueghel, William Carlos Williams streets of Stoke Newington, Hackney, London 3A107F18-C8A2-4722-A30A-2EAED4F051AB
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‘Who knew she lived in such troubled branches, in the corners of daydreams,’ from Doris at the River, Ishion Hutsinson. streets of East London, before. 4B244010-AD45-4359-9FB7-60A46331AE92
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’now she wishes she could hear all that noise that poets make about time and timelessness’ from Inventory (III), Dionne Brand. streets of Dalston, East London, during. 6E96B795-03C1-43B8-8CE2-D03401FC772A
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‘ But here are voices beyond the glass cases’ from Windrush Exhibition III, Vahni Capildeo (Odyssey Calling). the streets of Whitechapel, East London, yesterday. A2403AFC-56D0-457D-B371-042413474C97
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‘ because even if I should speak, no one would believe me. And they would not believe me precisely because they would know that what I said was true.’ from The Fire Next Time (1963), James Baldwin. Brixton, south London. C780F01E-5557-4A1D-9461-7ED4
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‘ ’And for my next trick....’ You close your eyes for a moment and whisper ‘Abracadabra!’ How brilliant to be a nobody,’ from The Golden Conjuror’s Outfit, Hugo Williams inside Ridley Road Market, East London 37BFC4B2-D334-4679-A6ED-F1C6E140D290
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‘that I’m on this side of the bars And you’re on that side And Who stands in your shoes You or the people you resemble’ from His God, Shane McCrae. streets of Hackney, East London (today) BE087D85-13F4-42AB-8913-F57FEB70BD6F
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‘When the establishments Of wind and light and cloud Await an arrival, ...’ from One of the Inhabitants of the West, Wallace Stevens in Hackney, East London 222A615C-2338-4373-8EAE-67DE978D91B6
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‘Early lambs born some hours ago curls canalled crimson-ridged too new to agitate won’t stick heads through the well-adapted fence’ From Welcome (Venus as a Bear), Vahni Capildeo. Hackney, East London C8D8A64A-B358-4341-925D-9C416201AB27
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Happy Easter all, ‘Guard and defend me from the foe malign;’ from Soul of my Saviour, Hymn. Hackney East London, before. 1AFD39F6-205A-4C5E-9B06-364050518A5C
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‘A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume, His song so pitched as not to excite..’ From Robert Frost - Two tramps in mud Time. Streets of London. SL35mmLUX 3932D2AD-6EB8-4C62-8AAC-480E42D70F2A
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‘Inside my listening sleep a roar of water on stubborn rock...’ from Cuyuni, Martin Carter. in Hackney London, today. 504B50BB-6A17-408C-A3D2-C43CA8327A95
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‘......to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.’ from Paradise Lost, Bk.4, Milton (John Carey adp.) in Hackney, East London. 108D678A-BC6C-49B7-983B-89058DC21042
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‘I walked easily in the rain between drops of it. Behind window panes faces that never lived stared at me..’ from About to the Pass Me, Martin Carter Hackney, East London, during 35205425-6A7B-4359-A4DD-5F90941D6654
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‘She ran into the forest wild And there she lay and never smiled Sighing, Oh my word of fear You shall be my only dear.’ from Voices about the Princess Anemone, Stevie Smith. in Dalston Hackney, East London 079E4D65-B917-4E6D-923C-681A4E20092D
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at Portobello, Edinburgh for the festival. ‘We had codes In our house. Like Locks; they said We never lock Our door to you. And never did.’ from Scraps, Louise Gluck. EF06D1F8-A71C-44D5-8CFA-C9EF6F75E867
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‘The seals are hiding under rocks. The seals have gone to other islands.’ from Holy Island, Vahni Capildeo (Like A Tree Walking- just out) in North London. 816ACA28-F0D0-4320-B910-5BD3E3C001DA
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‘Alas, the country whence I fare, It is where would stay; And where I would not, it is there That I shall be for aye.’ from More PoemsVIIIB, A.E. Housman. streets of Central London today, trainee British soldier. 21B5F61B-1DB2-401D-9C68-3