Football Landscapes
¶ 1
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Anfield is my Haworth where Heighway
Not Heathcliff thrilled my soul
Anfield is my Heartland whose daffodils
Are red flowers who blossom
And bloom with passion
Anfield is my Jerusalem
Dalglish my arrow of burning desire
¶ 2
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Yeats has his Celtic revolutions
And exotic mysticism
Joyce his wild Molly Bloom
And for the MacSpaunday Poets
Substitute our 3 Jocks
Dalglish Hansen Souey
¶ 3
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Anfield is my meeting of the waters
My mighty red sea a swaying pulsating Kop
Whilst Dylan Thomas contemplates Under Milk Wood
I gaze on the miracles of Shankly
From his hands poured the glory
That would be no wasteland
No anthem for doomed youth
¶ 4
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Anfield my landscape of clashing boots
My corner of forever Liverpool
The labyrinths of pass and move
The crowds who gather in songs with dreams
And if I am now exile and rootless
Then I still know the road home
Its river of rhythms well known
Where life flows on within me
Each Anfield Saturday afternoon.
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