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I, I searched, I searched for the wind to set me free,
the wind who lies, lies in your skies.
Write back soon for the wait grows longer in this tomb.
Fly above your skies,
Into my vapour arms.
Fly, fly with, fly with me to upper atmospheres
and we will soar, soar once more, once more.
I, I had, I had found a vent for all my fear,
but now I lay wasted here.
The Gypsy Moth lies crushed and burnt.
But, I must keep going on and on.
Jason please take my hand and fly again.
Angel gone, to my skies, where I cannot fly anymore,
fly anymore,
fly anymore.
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On longer evenings,
Light, chill and yellow,
Bathes the serene
Foreheads of houses.
A thrush sings,
Laurel-surrounded
In the deep bare garden,
Its fresh-peeled voice
Astonishing the brickwork.
It will be spring soon,
It will be spring soon --
And I, whose childhood
Is a forgotten boredom,
Feel like a child
Who comes on a scene
Of adult reconciling,
And can understand nothing
But the unusual laughter,
And starts to be happy.
By Philip Larkin
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Storytelling
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Mourn for Solo 'Cello
02:52
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Kerrin Tatman Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
"extremely impressive" Peter Phillips - Director of The Tallis Scholars on 'Stabat
Mater'
I am a composer, multi-instrumentalist and creative producer based in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK. I write a mixture of contemporary classical and neo-folk pieces for stage, film and concert hall and perform as a cellist, pianist, singer and accordionist in a variety of creative settings.
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