“You could taste the raw / seagull you’d killed and plucked, / the mussels you’d dug from sand, / the jellyfish that wobbled in your / hands as you slobbered it.”
A snapshot of Kosovo.
“The adulteress” and “The H Man”.
He made his name / From being bulletproof.
And will we recognise the place when we get there. . . ?
The new Penguin Book of Russian Poetry has surprises to offer.
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