In the latest issue:

An Ordinary Woman

Alan Bennett

Anglo-America Loses its Grip

Pankaj Mishra

Short Cuts: John Bolton’s Unwitting Usefulness

Mattathias Schwartz

Smells of Hell

Keith Thomas

Mrs Oliphant

Tom Crewe

Tippett’s Knack

Philip Clark

At Tate Modern: Steve McQueen

Colin Grant

Catherine Lacey

Nicole Flattery

Churchill’s Cook

Rosemary Hill

The ‘Batrachomyomachia’

Ange Mlinko

On Dorothea Lange

Joanna Biggs

Paid to Race

Jon Day

Poem: ‘Traveller’s Tales: Chapter 90’

August Kleinzahler

The Soho Alphabet

Andrew O’Hagan

Old Tunes

Stephen Sedley

Victor Serge’s Defective Bolshevism

Tariq Ali

The Murdrous Machiavel

Erin Maglaque

Diary: Insane after coronavirus?

Patricia Lockwood

Jason Strugnell’s Competition SonnetGavin Ewart
Close
Close
Vol. 4 No. 12 · 1 July 1982
Poem

Jason Strugnell’s Competition Sonnet

Gavin Ewart

108 words

My old eyes tell me they are offering claret!
What a most marvellous, unheard-of prize!
Alas! dementia sapiens non caret*
Poetic fame in such a Bacchic guise!
Much money too! A poet in a garret
no longer needs to starve, as cold he lies!
Who wins? A Browning? Or a hot Miss Barrett?
… that is beyond our wildest wild surmise!

£5,000! For sure, the lucky winner
will be, untaxed, the Poet Of The Year
and envied by his poor unwinning mates!
Each word worth more than anyone’s hot dinner
or months and months in pubs of drinking beer!
Joy to the girls or boys that he/she dates!

Send Letters To:

The Editor
London Review of Books,
28 Little Russell Street
London, WC1A 2HN

letters@lrb.co.uk

Please include name, address, and a telephone number.

Read anywhere with the London Review of Books app, available now from the App Store for Apple devices, Google Play for Android devices and Amazon for your Kindle Fire.

Read More

Sign up to our newsletter

For highlights from the latest issue, our archive and the blog, as well as news, events and exclusive promotions.

Newsletter Preferences