RIP Tony Harrison, 1937–2025. Except of course that I don’t want him to be
resting in peace, I want him to be carrying on doing his awkward,
troublesome,...
Saturday, 27 April 2019
And this morning...
And this morning I sit and savour Tom Duddy's poems yet again, their quiet resonance, their unassuming ability to reveal human truths, their delicate merging of cadence and meaning, and I yearn yet again for new poems by him that can never come, and I celebrate yet again the book in my hands that means I can still sit and savour Tom Duddy's poems...
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