Description
These poems bear witness to the cycles of growth and decay that make up our lives. They are the work of a poet writing with an awareness of the seasonal circle closing, for the year and for herself. They are at once fearful, fragile and fearless in announcing ‘For now, we have October?/ October, lined with gold.’ They are also homages to the dead and the dying, and a reaching beyond the veil of the ‘now’ to a place where there is ‘nothing but nothing’. At times they are deeply personal, while still existing within the mythic and the impersonal, as when the recall of a room reflects the ‘casual, artless grouping of all longing’.







This Year, Next Year
Soemps
Selected Poetry
Gold from the Stone
Bedouin Of The London Evening: Collected Poems
Signs Like This
States of Happiness
Pretend You Don't Know Me
Jinx
Insistence
Strong in the Rain
A Colomber in the House of Poesy
Somewhere Else Entirely
Being Alive
Steep Tea
Centres of Cataclysm
Over the Moon
This Is Yarrow
Dog Poems
New & Selected Potatoes
Just Like Brothers
The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Let Us Compare Mythologies
Comic Poems
Collected Poems and Drawings of Stevie Smith
The Moon Before Morning