Oliver Reynolds

Oliver Reynolds‘s most recent collection of poetry, Hodge, is published by Areté .

Poem: ‘Tramlines’

Oliver Reynolds, 23 November 1989

The thought of writing a poem about tramlines beginning: The city lies bound in its net of tramlines ... got no further. Go out and look at the tramlines, they don’t bind the city at all, they lie in the street between comradely ranks of cobblestones, go out and look at the city, it’s not bound, cities can’t be bound. No, tramlines are for putting small change on, the tram...

for Sebastian Barry

Possible seals disappearing far-out off Pembrokeshire, sleek commas suddenly lost in the sea’s murky prose,

came back to me (memories taking a year to surface) as we returned at midnight from the Laird and Dog.

It was our daily goal, two poets retreating from a Writers’ Retreat to beer’s bitter salve.

We’d walk out at twilight, up a drive squeezed...

Narrow Places

Brad Leithauser, 15 October 1987

In ‘Barn Roof’, one of her earliest poems, Molly Holden speaks of ‘quarried colours’. The phrase says much about both her artistic ambitions, which strove endlessly after...

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Dialect does it

Blake Morrison, 5 December 1985

Poetry written in dialect seems to be undergoing a resurgence. Tony Harrison has made extensive use of Northern idioms. Tom Paulin has been busy raiding Ulster (and, I suspect, Scottish)...

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