David Morley won the Ted Hughes Award for New Poetry in 2016 for The Invisible Gift: Selected Poems.
We are waiting for a Christmas that never came, each species a friend of a friend of some needle-hue. All the years, heights and postures are present like children in a school that no child ever leaves.
Each species a friend of a friend of some needle-hue: those adolescent spruces prickle with boredom like children in a school that no child ever leaves. The infant firs sing to themselves in...
Pawpaw and Paprika, two great bears of the Egyptians of Lancashire, Chohawniskey Tem, the Witches’ County,
who, when our camp plucked its tents and pulled out its maps, walked steadily with the wagons, ambling, always ambling,
all across the open pages of wet England, footing as far as Pappin-eskey Tem, the flat Duck County;
crossing to Curo-mengreskey Gav, the Boxers’ Town;...
Anyone writing a novel about the British intellectual Left, who began by looking around for some exemplary fictional figure to link its various trends and phases, would find themselves...
Poetry anthologies are now expected to make holy war; but what to do with The New Poetry, which strives so earnestly to turn its trumpet-majors into angels? The 55 poets collected here are, it...
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