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what I love about dormice is their size
what I hate
about rain is its sneer
what I love about the Bratach Gorm is its unflappability
what
I hate about scent is its smell
what I love about newspapers is their
etaoin shrdl
what I hate about philosophy is its pursed lip
what
I love about Rory is his old grouse
what I hate about Pam is her pinkie
what I love about
semi-precious stones is their preciousness
what I hate about diamonds
is their mink
what I love about poetry is its ion engine
what I
hate about hogs is their setae
what I love about love is its porridge-spoon
what
I hate about hate is its eyes
what I love about hate is its salts
what I hate about
love is its dog
what I love about Hank is his string vest
what I
hate about the twins is their three gloves
what I love about Mabel is
her teeter
what I hate about gooseberriesis their look, feel,
smell and taste
what I love about the world is its shape
what I hate
about a gun is its lock, stock and barrel
what I love about bacon-and-eggs
is its predictability
what I hate about derelict buildings is their
reluctance to disintegrate
what I love about a cloud is its unpredictability
what
I hate about you, chum, is your china
what I love about many waters
is their inability to quench love
from The
Second Life (1968). Also published in Collected
Poems (1990)
© Carcanet Press