Fleur Adcock





Fleur Adcock


Born
in New Zealand
February 10, 1934

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Poet Fleur Adcock was born in Auckland, New Zealand, on 10 February 1934, but spent much of her childhood, including the war years, in England. She studied Classics at Victoria University in Wellington and taught at the University of Otago, moving to London in 1963 where she worked as a librarian at the Foreign and Commonwealth Office. She has held various literary fellowships, including a period at the Charlotte Mason College of Education, Ambleside (1977-78). Later she held the Northern Arts Fellowship at the Universities of Newcastle upon Tyne and Durham (1979-81), where she met the composer Gillian Whitehead with whom she collaborated on a song cycle libretto and later a full-length opera about Eleanor of Aquitaine. In 1984 she was Writ ...more

Average rating: 4.13 · 2,497 ratings · 195 reviews · 27 distinct works · Similar authors
The Faber Book of 20th Cent...

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Poems, 1960-2000

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Dragon Talk

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Glass Wings

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Selected Poems

3.33 avg rating — 6 ratings — published 1983 — 2 editions
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The Incident Book

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Time-Zones

3.67 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1991
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Hugh Primas and the Archpoet

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Looking Back

3.33 avg rating — 3 ratings — published 1998
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The Inner Harbour

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“There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.”
Fleur Adcock

“It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

-From the poem Fear
Fleur Adcock



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