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All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan,…
Read by Harold Pinter
On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead: In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane came men…
Read by Juliet Stevenson, Lindsay Duncan & Vanessa Redgrave
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives…
