Poem: ‘Tramlines’
Oliver Reynolds, 23 November 1989
The thought of writing a poem about tramlines beginning: The city lies bound in its net of tramlines ... got no further. Go out and look at the tramlines, they don’t bind the city at all, they lie in the street between comradely ranks of cobblestones, go out and look at the city, it’s not bound, cities can’t be bound. No, tramlines are for putting small change on, the tram...