Anthology of verse from this English language poet dating back to 2007, including best-known work from his eight prior volumes, as well as the newly commissioned cycle of verse 'Words Can't Hold...' including the title poem."Ishii keeps them smiling / Watanabé makes them cry / Tanaba feels the river flow / Suzuki speaks no lies" Edouard d'ArailleCONTENTS OF THIS WORK: This anthology of poetry by Edouard d'Araille included verse from all of his previously published works of verse, as well as new poetry commissioned especially for this work. It was the most varied compilation of his poetry when it was published in paperback in 2007 though it has been superceded by later works 'Love Immortal', 'Words of Mass Destruction' and 'Out of the Ghetto'. Below is a summary of the contents of this new anthology: - Publisher's Note- Author's Notice (by Edouard d'Araille)Words Can't Hold...0. Thirteen Pence for a Poet [prologue]Year I: unborn tomorrowYear II: song of the east - 1Year III: beyond the rimYear IV: song of the east - 2Year V: starting from scratchYear VI: song of the east - 3Year VII: sense without senseYear VIII: song of the east - 4Year IX: the man of stoneYear X: words can't hold . . .00. Now / Never [epilogue]FOOTNOTE: Over the period of a decade the poetry of Edouard d'Araille has appeared in ten publications and as eight full-length volumes.This brand new anthology presents a cross-section of his career with carefully chosen selections from each of his major works. This 'Decade of Poetry' also presents ten new poems, including the title work 'Words Can't Hold. . .'. He has announced it as his final cycle of poetry, because, as he says: "Words can't hold what I have to say now, the meaning slips out of their skins". - This would not, however, turn out to be true as Mr. d'Araille published five further volumes of poetry since this book appeared, as also his poetic translation of 'Adapa's Ascent' the ancient Mesopotamian epic (2018).EXTRACT 1: 'The Fallen'How manyhave fallen? -How many will die?How long till we seethat the Truthis a Lie?The soldierof painand the widowof loss, Those who fallby the swordand who cryby the crossWhen will wesave them?andWhen willit end?I do not know.I cannot pretend.But I know thatthe enemyis not our foe, and their deathlike our ownis the greatest of woes.Blood also pumpsthrough the Heart of Iraq, and the Afghan Manhas a Soul like our Land.Do not send us to war!Do not make our girls wail!The Soldier, he too, dreams ofpeace in his bed...How manyare fallen? -How many must die?Before we stop falling -Before diesthe Lie?EXTRACT 2: 'THE CRIME'I AM NOT A DANGEROUS SUBVERSIVE, NOR VAGRANT OF THE CITY STREETS, A CONTRAVENER OF THE LAW, OR CRIMINALLY INSANE, - ALL I DO IS TO SITAND PERFORM THE ONLYCRIME I KNOW HOW TO COMMIT: TO MAKE YOU SEE WHO YOU ARE, TO HOLD UP A MIRROR TO MANKIND.EXTRACT 3: 'Scotch on the Rocks'the early morningwhisky drinkers arealways hereat an hour the sameyou cannot stopthem drinking nomore than halta train on its tracksevery day they take the same: "scotch on the rockswith a double twist"that was the drink thatthey first drank when theymet in the café of the sunthey drink a dozen andthen they are readyto take on the world againEXTRACT 4: 'La Vida es Sueno'the doors of the nighthave been opened again- we slip into a dreammeeting beside a fountainI ask 'have I met you before, do I know your name?'you answer me notbut lead me aside -taking me by the handthrough the bakery windowI read your lips"une baguette s'il vous plaît"- will we share this bread?water on charcoals, eyes filled with steam- sleepwalking intoa smoke-filled dreamthe doors of the nightlead to spaces now distant, to hours forgottenand time not yet lived