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Patricia Beer
Born
in Exmouth, The United Kingdom
November 04, 1919
Died
August 15, 1999
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Reader, I Married Him
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published
1974
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9 editions
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Collected Poems
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published
1990
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5 editions
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Moon's Ottery
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Friend of Heraclitus
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published
1993
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Autumn
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published
1998
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3 editions
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An introduction to the metaphysical poets
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Wessex: A National Trust Book
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published
1985
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4 editions
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The lie of the land
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The Survivors
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published
1963
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Driving West: Poems
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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”
― The Survivors
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”
― 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”
― The Survivors
Peopled by ignorant subjects who want and do not want
The sword of sanity and the elm
Stake that scotches the vampire.
- Life Story”
― 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”
― The Survivors
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”
― The Survivors


