About His Person

Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.

A postcard stamped,

by Simon Armitage Click to read full poem

Comments (25)

a very spooky and interesting poem, the voice of the machine though kinda ruined it but its an amazing poem!
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I did not understand it xD
imagism of this poem is fascinating.
Who stole the thing; or did he throw it away?
If there is anything I love it is a grocery list of things written in prose.
slightly intriguing and spooky- a bit like a coroner examining a body; detached and interesting. But is it simply about summing up somebody's day attire? But there is something perhaps just about the bric a brad hodgepodge of life and nothing about death at all. Hard for me to discern.
no gold or silver, but crowning one finger a ring of white unweathered skin. That was everything. a very good poem. tony
A final demand in his own hand, ....// great expression damnation comes by own hand; yeah if we live in unaware if we allow wicked mind subconsciously damnation will come step by step...............///
" A giveaway photograph stashed in his pocket A keepsake banked in the heart of a locket" Well deserved modern poem of the Day.Congrats.
A postcard stamped, unwritten, but franked, a pocket size diary slashed with a pencil from March twenty-fourth to the first of April. great write great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It looks like an inventory of one's possessions on a fateful day. Thanks.
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maud poem i think i believe in true love now
Note of explanation.... thanks for posting....
Sounds like the listing of possessions found on a dead man.... it is amazing how much imagination can be summoned forth by a list of objects. Very original. I need to read this man's poems more often.
Looks like the inventory of items found from the person of an unidentified dead man. The context is sad but the way it has been penned needs to be appreciated. Thanks.
Sounds to me like he lost the love of his life and then committed suicide..sad poem that all is left are material momentos..full of a lot of images..
Stamped! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.