“Come to the edge, he said. We are afraid, they said. Come to the edge, he said. They came to the edge,… — Christopher Logue Fear 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… — Christopher Logue Time 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… — Christopher Logue Life 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.… — Christopher Logue Art Copy Share Image
And he who is forever talking about enemies / Is himself the enemy! — Christopher Logue Enemy 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… — Christopher Logue Grief Copy Share Image
Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head. — Christopher Logue Art 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… — Christopher Logue Nature 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… — Christopher Logue Aids 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… — Christopher Logue Time 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… — Christopher Logue Grief and loss Copy Share Image
Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge! And they came, and… — Christopher Logue Fall Copy Share Image
“Picture the east Aegean sea by night, And on a beach aslant its shimmering Upwards of 50,000 men Asleep like spoons beside… — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“Shame that your King is not so bound to you As he is bound to what he sniffs. And bound to mute… — Christopher Logue Beyond the stars Copy Share Image
“There is a kind of ocean wave Whose origin remains obscure. Such waves are solitary, and appear Just off the cliff-line of… — Christopher Logue Ocean wave Copy Share Image
