A new poem by Jo-Ella Sarich.
The NS poem.
Three new collections of poetry – by Emily Berry, Jacob Polley and Luke Kennard – test the limits of the lyric and of writing the self in extremis.
With this mature, engaging and empathetic work, the poet softens the pain of passing years.
“You’re Ian McMillan!” he says, his finger jabbing the air between me and him. I nod. “You’re a poet!” he says. His voice is rising a little.
"Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie, Open unto the fields, and to the sky" - things to help remember the best of Westminster Bridge.
"when the sky and sun applauded her buoyancy"
Saint Lucian poet and playwright Derek Walcott died on 17 March 2017.
From the New Statesman, 10 September 1960.
"He’d developed circular breathing / Like a sax player"