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    Love at Low Ebb
    Love at Low Ebb
    Love at Low Ebb
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    Love at Low Ebb

    By Kelvin S C Yearwood

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    Love at Low Ebb channels a 16th-century enjoyment of rich language, imagery, elaborate argument at times, conceit, rhetoric, rhythm, rhyme, wordplay and punning but very much grounded in the imaginaries and realities of the 21st century as well as in universal, existential matters.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateAug 31, 2021
    ISBN9781398401440
    Love at Low Ebb
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    Kelvin S C Yearwood

    Kelvin Yearwood lives in the city of Bristol, UK. In addition to writing poetry he is a modern jazz and groove musician and composer, he likes independent cinema and theatre, reads widely and is looking for that new thing to pique his interest. He is currently working on a short novel.

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      Love at Low Ebb - Kelvin S C Yearwood

      About the Author

      Kelvin Yearwood lives in the city of Bristol, UK. In addition to writing poetry he is a modern jazz and groove musician and composer, likes independent cinema, reads widely and is looking for that new thing to pique his interest.

      Kelvin was brought up in the south east suburbs of the UK, but for the last 30 years has lived in a number of its cities across the country.

      Kelvin Yearwood

      Love at Low Ebb

      Copyright © Kelvin Yearwood (2021)

      The right of Kelvin Yearwood to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781398403284 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781398401440 (ePub e-book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published (2021)

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd

      25 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

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      E14 5LQ

      To Francis Docherty

      This age of faithlessness and zealous faith

      Has claimed both end of history and truth

      Absolute; all this on history’s wheel –

      Contingent, circuit judge of restive will.

      The heavens fell and yet did not, buttressed

      Both east and west by blind faith invested

      Development – steeled glass caravan,

      A high-rise tent, new zealous age of godless man.

      The faithless, at a loss, grasp our creed

      That nothing comes from faith. Like

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