Anthony Holden (1947–2023)
Autore di Poems That Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words That Move Them
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Opere di Anthony Holden
The Wit in the Dungeon: The Remarkable Life of Leigh Hunt-Poet, Revolutionary, and the Last of the Romantics (2005) 79 copie
Precious Rascals 2 copie
1984 - The Pictures of the Year 1 copia
Doodle Quest 2 1 copia
Poker 1 copia
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Informazioni generali
- Data di nascita
- 1947-05-22
- Data di morte
- 2023-10-07
- Sesso
- male
- Nazionalità
- UK
- Luogo di nascita
- Southport, Lancashire, UK
- Luogo di residenza
- London, England, UK
- Istruzione
- Merton College, Oxford
- Attività lavorative
- journalist
translator - Relazioni
- Holden, Amanda (spouse | 1971-1988)
- Organizzazioni
- International Federation of Poker
South Bank Centre (London)
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- Opere
- 39
- Opere correlate
- 3
- Utenti
- 1,549
- Popolarità
- #16,624
- Voto
- 3.7
- Recensioni
- 22
- ISBN
- 103
- Lingue
- 5
Though the extent of my own outer demonstrative range when reading a poem ends at a furrowed brow, a bit lip, a deep breath, I'd add the following selection to this collection: Northern Irish poet Michael Longley had the poem "Ceasefire" published in The Irish Times on the occasion of the IRA ceasefire in 1994, and the combination of an emotional connection to the Northern Irish Troubles, a connection to The Iliad, and imagining the pain of losing one of my own sons, combine to rank this one way up there for me.
I
Put in mind of his own father and moved to tears
Achilles took him by the hand and pushed the old king
Gently away, but Priam curled up at his feet and
Wept with him until their sadness filled the building.
II
Taking Hector's corpse into his own hands Achilles
Made sure it was washed and, for the old king's sake,
Laid out in uniform, ready for Priam to carry
Wrapped like a present home to Troy at daybreak.
III
When they had eaten together, it pleased them both
To stare at each other's beauty as lovers might,
Achilles built like a god, Priam good-looking still
And full of conversation, who earlier had sighed:
IV
'I get down on my knees and do what must be done
And kiss Achilles' hand, the killer of my son.'… (altro)