Description
He was E. M Forster s favourite contemporary poet . W. H Auden extolled his first-class visual imagination . Stephen Spender considered his output among the best English poems written in the present century . Yet for most readers, William Plomer (19031973) is now a faintly-remembered name. Born in Pietersburg, South Africa, Plomer settled in London in 1929, where he went on to occupy a central position in English letters. By the time of his death he had published ten books of poetry. In a voice impersonal and strange, Plomer s best poems reveal a mind that delights in the sensory, pictorial and plastic (though not, as he thought, at the expense of the metaphysical). Glittering surfaces are replete with hidden dangers: The Mediterranean sighs Because it is so calm: On an evening such as this The rustling of a palm Seems almost ominous, Whispering of nemesis. [Sounds of Pleasure: Cannes, 1938 ] By turns lyrical, amatory, satirical and dramatic, Plomer addresses his favourite subjectsAfrica, the divided self, aesthetic pleasure, the macabre and the absurdwith a formal assurance, bleak wit and urgency of feeling.This rich and thorough selection presents, for the first time in almost fifty years, Plomer s best. “








Under Clouded Skies & Beauregard: Pens?es sous les nuages & Beauregard (Bloodaxe Contemporary French Poets, 5)
Poems
The Skies Above My Eyes
Clare Beaton's Bedtime Rhymes
You Can't Take an Elephant on the Bus
New and Selected Poems. Volume One
Staying Alive
Funny Ha-Ha, Funny Peculiar: A Book of Strange and Comic Poems