Patricia Beer

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Patricia Beer


Born
in Exmouth, The United Kingdom
November 04, 1919

Died
August 15, 1999

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Average rating: 3.83 · 104 ratings · 11 reviews · 32 distinct works
Reader, I Married Him

3.56 avg rating — 41 ratings — published 1974 — 7 editions
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Patricia Beer: Collected Poems

3.80 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 1990 — 3 editions
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Friend of Heraclitus

3.40 avg rating — 5 ratings — published 1993
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Moon's Ottery

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 3 ratings2 editions
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An introduction to the meta...

3.67 avg rating — 3 ratings5 editions
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Wessex: A National Trust Book

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3.67 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1985
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The lie of the land

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings
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The Survivors

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1963
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Autumn

4.50 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 1998
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Driving West: Poems

3.50 avg rating — 2 ratings3 editions
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“My mother who died young
In an outlandish rhythm
Would have been seventy now
And perhaps dead in funeral time.
So I may start to mourn
As I would celebrate
The first or second birthday
Of a still-born baby.

- Out of Season
Patricia Beer, The Survivors

“Between the illness and the cure there is a strange realm
Peopled by ignorant subjects who want and do not want
The sword of sanity and the elm
Stake that scotches the vampire.

- Life Story
Patricia Beer, The Survivors

“I am to be cured, now that summer is finished
Harvested of my sickness, re-arranged for winter.
Seven devils are not easily banished
Nor the knot of blindness loosened by a quick knife.
Outside, ignored, the July evenings saunter,
I have turned back to my room, waiting for my life,
Trying to recollect how the white drug fell
Clogging my veins in an avalanche of sleep

- Life Story
Patricia Beer, The Survivors