“Look north. Achilles on the rampart by the ditch: He lifts his face to 90; draws his breath; And from the bottom of his heart emits So long and loud and terrible a scream, The icy scabs at either end… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Come to the edge, he said. We are afraid, they said. Come to the edge, he said. They came to the edge, He pushed… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Long after midnight when you park, and stand Just for a moment in the chromium wash, Sometimes it seems that, some way off, Between… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Be not too hard For life is short and nothing is given to man. Be not to hard When he is sold and bought… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader's head. Educated readers give themselves a good performance. Educated listeners… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
And he who is forever talking about enemies / Is himself the enemy! — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Those who have slept with sorrow in their hearts Know all too well how short but sweet The instant of their coming-to can be:… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head. — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Look north. Achilles on the rampart by the ditch: He lifts his face to 90; draws his breath; And from the bottom of his… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
It seems to me that the contrast between adjacent syllables has lessened and the result is an over-reliance on enjambment. Now enjambment is a… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Moments like these absolve the needs dividing men. Whatever caught and brought and kept them here Under Troy's Wall for ten burnt years Is… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Those who have slept with sorry in their hearts Know all too well how short but sweet The instant of their coming-to can be:… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
