Lavinia Greenlaw

Lavinia Greenlaw has published six collections of poetry, including, most recently, The Built Moment, and three novels as well as two volumes of memoir, The Importance of Music to Girls and Some Answers without Questions. She is a professor of creative writing at Royal Holloway, University of London.

Poem: ‘Actaeon’

Lavinia Greenlaw, 25 August 2011

He walks his mind as a forest and sends of himself into dark places to which he cannot tell the way. The hunt comes on and he in his nerves streams ahead – hounds flung after a scent so violent no matter the path or what’s let fall.        A burst of clearing. Water beads and feathers her presence as she thickens and curves. He says words to himself...

Three Poems

Lavinia Greenlaw, 1 January 2009

Saturday Night

Out of the impenetrable wood

Elizabeth Bishop

And young girls shall gather to dance on the highways under petals of light that float from their shoulders and dip into lotioned shadows. They shall coil their salty hair and tug at their lapsed muslins as they fall like cushions, and spill. Do they dance for those creatures whose unmade selves come unbuttoning out of the dark?...

Poem: ‘The Long Day Closes’

Lavinia Greenlaw, 27 June 2002

Pulled from my shell of dreams and noise, I was taken to live in a quiet place where the undiluted dark of the streets without streetlight, had no emphasis.

Boys on boys’ shoulders turned the crossroads signpost back, conferred on baffled drivers, four blind corners, an added hour of English winter.

Power cuts shut the short days down. I moved my bed against the boards that hid the...

Four Poems

Lavinia Greenlaw, 22 May 1997

Minus Ten

The snow is blameless. It falls like someone who cannot stop talking, in querulous drifts. It covers the same ground we barely remember, collects evidence wherever we slip.

Thaw turns to ice, freezing the surface to a single assertion. We must break glass with every step to reach a starting point.And the children. What of the children?

Acquisitions

Henry Ford boasted there would be...

Poem: ‘Millefiori’

Lavinia Greenlaw, 3 August 1995

For Don Paterson

He preferred his glass eye to be of itself, vitreous not ocular or even optically convincing.

Without pupil or iris, allowed to risk its stubbornly fluid nature, the blue held everything.

It liquefied in candlelight and clouded over in winter. Once, at the opera, an aria

built wave upon wave of sound, higher and closer till it struck the resonant frequency

of blue glass and...

It is hard to make a living from poetry. Lavinia Greenlaw has turned her hand to all manner of activities to support her work – publishing, teaching, arts administration, posts as...

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Send no postcards, take no pictures

John Redmond, 21 May 1998

Kenneth Koch ends his fine and amusing collection, One Train, with a sequence called ‘On Aesthetics’, which, amongst many other things, takes in the aesthetics of Paul Valéry,...

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Ever so comfy

James Wood, 24 March 1994

Every handful of John Updike’s silver has its square coin, its bad penny, its fake. This exquisitely careful writer tends to relax into flamboyance: it is the verbal equivalent of...

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