The Daily Poem: To A Dead Journalist
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Your support makes all the difference.For copyright reasons we are not able to provide the full text of the poem on this database. Following are the details of the publication in which it appears.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) published his first book The Tempers in 1913; since then his poems have appeared in numerous volumes. This poem was first published in 1935 and now appears in The Collected Poems 1909-1939 (Carcanet).
This is the third of a series of five poems which coincides with the South Bank Centre's Towards the Millennium festival, which runs throughout March and April. An exhibition of poetry from the Thirties is on show at The Poetry Library, Royal Festival Hall, London, until 30 April.
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