I Am Simon Armitage ~ The New Yorker

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I am Simon Armitage. I am
         Aiming Maestro,
                   Airiest Gammon. I am

Armani Egotism,
         Ammonia Tigers,
                   Grim Anatomies.

I am German Otis,
         I am Inmost Rage,
                   I am Moist Anger.

Granite Mimosa I am,
         Reaming Maoist,
                   Marmite Saigon,

Mismanage Riot,
         Origami Stamen,
                   Omega Martinis,

I am More Giants,
         I am Groin Meats,
                   I am Me Roasting. I am

Soaring Tammie,
         Steaming Moira,
                   Emigration Sam.

I am a Snog Timer.
         I am Sir Megaton.
                   Against Memoir I am.

Simon Armitage, the Poet Laureate of the U.K., served as the Oxford Professor of Poetry from 2015 to 2019. His latest collection is “New Cemetery.”

2 thoughts on “I Am Simon Armitage ~ The New Yorker

  1. Sir Megaton, fabulous poem of our time, your pal, Groin Meats

    On Mon, Aug 8, 2022 at 7:06 AM The Rōbert [Cholo] Report (pron: Rō’bear

  2. Here’s a brit poem that zings into the present with all the vigor of popular culture icons. Love it!

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