My friend and very fine poet Tony Petch died on June 14, aged 83. I had
known him since I saw a notice for a poetry workshop on the board in a
bookshop – I...
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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