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Prowling the city with an urban fox hunter.
As part of our ‘Urban Life’ series, Markus Man goes on hunt with the latest sport that is shocking London.
The Guardian,
Monday, ...
Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze,
And ...
‘Trapped or shot?’ I ask the vicar.
He looks at me in a way that can only be described as aggressive. ‘Trapped,’ he says.
I nod. ‘It’s your call. But if I ...
Dry-stone walls rose like towers up the steep and craggy hillside, patches of mist slithered across peaked summits, Herdwicks and Swaledales wandered through the fells. An aged cottage jutted from ...
Not so much the rivers that have dried up
As myself, dried up with acts and failure to act,
Alexis is yours, mine is ...
Evening falls on the smoky walls,
And the railings drip with rain,
And I will cross the old river
To see my girl again.
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Francine marched past the grocers on Spa Road, past the station, towards the Thames. It was spring, but you wouldn’t know it by looking around. A stiff breeze blew the ...
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
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