Poem
Fleur Adcock
Robert Harington 1558
Robert Harington 1558
Robert Harington 1558
Get you, with your almain rivetts (latest
fad from Germany), and your corselet,
and your two coats of plate! How much harness
does a man need? None, when he’s in his grave.
Your sons may have it, together with your
damask and satin gowns to show off in;
while you go to lie down in Witham church,
and the most armour I’ve seen in a will
rusts or turns ridiculous in this world.
fad from Germany), and your corselet,
and your two coats of plate! How much harness
does a man need? None, when he’s in his grave.
Your sons may have it, together with your
damask and satin gowns to show off in;
while you go to lie down in Witham church,
and the most armour I’ve seen in a will
rusts or turns ridiculous in this world.
© 2012, Fleur Adcock
From: Glass Wings
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Newcastle
From: Glass Wings
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Newcastle
Fleur Adcock
(New Zealand, 1934)
Fleur Adcock has been one of the most influential poets in Britain in the past thirty years. Her deceptively quiet poems collect detail about the world in much the same way as a child collects insects in boxes – something a young Fleur Adcock also did. Emigrating to England from New Zealand in 1963, she wrote poems about the process of belonging and about the life of the place. Since then she h...
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Robert Harington 1558
Get you, with your almain rivetts (latest
fad from Germany), and your corselet,
and your two coats of plate! How much harness
does a man need? None, when he’s in his grave.
Your sons may have it, together with your
damask and satin gowns to show off in;
while you go to lie down in Witham church,
and the most armour I’ve seen in a will
rusts or turns ridiculous in this world.
fad from Germany), and your corselet,
and your two coats of plate! How much harness
does a man need? None, when he’s in his grave.
Your sons may have it, together with your
damask and satin gowns to show off in;
while you go to lie down in Witham church,
and the most armour I’ve seen in a will
rusts or turns ridiculous in this world.
From: Glass Wings
Robert Harington 1558
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