Carol Rumens‘s latest collection of poetry, De Chirico’s Threads, is published by Seren Books.
To K. Lumley
Mother, last week I met that old Ewbank we had when I was three or four, standing outside a junk-shop in Bridge Street. I was sure it was the one because it knew me straight away. At first we were both glad. We looked each other over. I think it felt the sharp impulse of my pity; it made no comment, however, and I was too polite to mention its homeless state. Mother, the wooden...
Recently I received a somewhat smug letter from one of the editors of PN Review asking me to contribute to yet another symposium on the state of critical chassis which still persists in Great...
Peter Porter’s imagination tends towards the epigram, but not quite in the popular sense which suggests brief, pithy encapsulations of wit or wisdom: Believe me, Flaccus, the epigram is...
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