Brendon's biography was reissued in 1983 by the late Anthony Mott in his magnificent 'Cornish Library' series - a cornucopia of classic titles about dear old Cornwall.
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Such solace in a cliff-edge, self-built hut,
An opium pipe and wet-ink sprawling verses,
The gulls, those doubters, screaming “but” and “but,”
And wind cracking the blackthorn trees and furzes.
At
foot, the sea, man-grinding, pulped with flesh,
Blackly
restless, thrashing to bile and phlegm,Voids gobbets, pail-collected, for a pasch
Of burial beneath a cross’s quartz-flecked gleam.
Inland,
the fieldmen cough and rot, their wives
Yearly
birth with toothless gasps and paps’Thin milk; the threadbare gentry grudge their tithes;
And Hawker parches like unharvest'd grapes;
Daily
he reads Matins in his rain-struck church,
Shunned
by his mud-legged charges though Heaven’s porch.
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October 2015