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Fleur Adcock


Born
in Papakura, New Zealand
February 10, 1934

Died
October 11, 2024

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Fleur Adcock was a New Zealand poet and editor. Of English and Northern Irish ancestry, Adcock lived much of her life in England. She is well-represented in New Zealand poetry anthologies, was awarded an honorary doctorate of literature from Victoria University of Wellington, and was awarded an OBE in 1996 for her contribution to New Zealand literature. In 2008 she was made a Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit, for services to literature.

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Poems 1960-2000

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Dragon Talk

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The Mermaid's Purse

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Glass Wings

3.54 avg rating — 24 ratings — published 2013 — 8 editions
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Selected Poems

3.59 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 1983 — 3 editions
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The Incident Book

3.75 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 1987 — 2 editions
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Hoard

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Looking Back

3.20 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 1998 — 2 editions
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Tigers

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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

“Happy ending

After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies - those
they had willingly displayed - but a frail
endeavour to apologise.

Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love -
and not that happier outcome, friends.”
Fleur Adcock