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www.ATIBOOK.irWriting as art 27a blank page, vellum pumice-storiedto chalky lustres which my inks suffuse:saffron and sandarach and dragon’s blood,azure and verdigris. Monsters and every type of beastcurl round <strong>the</strong> words. Each man here has a past,and each man reason for his faith. I wrongedA woman once and nothing I did after could atoneor throw a light upon <strong>the</strong> blackness of that deedwhose harm lay in <strong>the</strong> telling, not <strong>the</strong> doing.(Copus, IOS, 13 April 2003)This speaker’s past curls round his words just as <strong>the</strong> dragons do round those he inscribes.In subjects approached with a sense of story, moments in a poem’s present will have apast and future, a shadow cast by one or o<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong>se. Ano<strong>the</strong>r example, <strong>the</strong> followingpoem by Susan Burns, successfully demonstrates this type of perception. The versionprinted here is in draft form, yet we can see <strong>the</strong> poet already working to create habitableworlds using reality effects, voices, images, and most of all a sense of story:‘Farewell on <strong>the</strong> Town Hall Steps’It’s as good a place as any to end it.A July gone cold, <strong>the</strong> middle of an overcast nightYou’re walking me home but we won’t reachBrixton Water Lane and we both knowThere won’t be a fight.We sit on <strong>the</strong> concrete steps, roll a cigarette.I can hear <strong>the</strong> goods trains at Loughborough junction,Distant sirens and your reasoning, sketching <strong>the</strong> airWith a thin white cigarette paper. I don’t cry <strong>the</strong>nAs I have made up my mind,As you are drunk to your bitten fingernails,As you can’t bring <strong>the</strong> paper to your dry mouth.Itakeit, fumble with tobacco. Your voice thick

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