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Survival Gillian Bickley - UK
Thank you trees for being there, for staying when many of the friends you knew─ birds and butterflies ─have gone; for flourishing, even; growing old where concrete buildings are constantly knocked down. How brave you are to survive in a place where the air is foul and the noise unnatural; you who should normally expect to stabilise your roots in humid humming forests alive with the smells of animal and vegetable life (not the smells of mineral death, as here). It is good to look down a street and, amazed, to see you there solid and green and cool, uncompromised by the advertising posters on your boles; a promise that, since there was a past there may quite possibly be a future too.
1970-1997
From Gillian Bickley, For the Record and other Poems of Hong Kong, Proverse Hong Kong, 2003, distributed in Hong Kong and worldwide by: The Chinese University Press, The Chinese University of Hong Kong, Shatin, Hong Kong; Tel: (INT+852) 2609-6508; Fax: (INT+852) 2603-7355; cup@cuhk.edu.hk; web: cuhk.edu.hk/cupress; distributed in the United Kingdom and worldwide except Hong Kong by: Christine Penney, 28 West Street, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, CV37 6DN, UK; email: christine.penney@virgin.net
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