Charles Causley has published several collections of verse – among them, Survivor’s Leave and The Gift of a Lamb.
South of Cervantes, Thirsty Point, wedges Of capstone galling the track, drumming the gut Of the four-wheel drive, we cross a sabre-cut In the scrub. The Namban River, I read.Flows only in winter, ending in a swampNear the coast. I raise my eyes. Beyond ridges Of sand, fine Chinese white, a mess of shell- Grit, frosted with salt, the sea unrolling Bolts of long water, and its great bell...
‘Where do you come from?’ asks one of the most important questions in contemporary poetry – where’s home? Answering the pulls and torsions of that question produces much...
The Great War was the war of the great war poets. Was ‘the war to end all wars’ also the war to end all war poetry? The best part of Jon Stallworthy’s introduction to his Oxford...
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