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Variations on Pygmalion

Jean-Léon Gérôme   THE METAMORPHOSIS OF PIGMALION’S IMAGE 1. Pigmalion, whose high love-hating mind Disdain’d to yield servile affection, Or amorous suit to any woman-kind, Knowing their wants, and men’s perfection. Yet Love at length forc’d him to know his … Continue reading

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Incomprehensible Lesson – Poems by Fawzi Karim – English Versions by Anthony Howell

Very pleased that a new book of my versions of the poems of Iraqi poet Fawzi Karim have just come out from Carcanet Incomprehensible Lesson:  poems by Fawzi Karim in versions by Anthony Howell after translations made by the Author. … Continue reading

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Saturday 23 February 2019 – at 7.30 at The Room, 33 Holcombe Road, Tottenham Hale, London N17 9AS  – more info on website free with refreshments, hosted by Anthony Howell Featuring Keith Hutson, Anthony Costello, Alan Price and Lorraine Mariner … Continue reading

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The Forbidden Rose

Honoured to have my poem set to music and sung so sweetly. I find it plays better on Youtube at 480 p. Battista Pradal (1964) The Forbidden Rose, for Tenor and Cello. Poem by Anthony Howell. Alessandro Cortello, tenor Riccardo … Continue reading

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The monkeys are in among the mangoes. As for the lovely one, she is emerging from Under the trees, the trees laden with mangoes And monkeys.  She’s ambling out of the grove   Bearing the nail marks left by the … Continue reading

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  The Bobos never man the barricades or burn the town. They’re unimpressed by crowds that weaken their identities. The very verb ‘to man’ offends their feminist vocabulary. What matters more, to them, is ridding us of fossil fuels, Wicked … Continue reading

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  To wander through this mortuary of art Underneath a flyover at Clignancourt Is sad not solemn – unlike Père Lachaise – For this is where the unmemorable makes its unsung exit.   Bland landscapes on hardboard, lifeless drawings From … Continue reading

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