Poetry Centre

A world mundane with grand tradition

  • She’s walking this city in spires, her route
    Dissected by ancient stone walls, outstretched
    Arms embracing those free of cares within.
    And brushed along, little worn shoes treading
    Town’s cobbles, the curiosity she dared invent
    Peers through college gates and finds within
    An intellectual rite of passage, the journey
    Of dons across pristine lawns to spread thought.

    by Chris Dalton