Adam Foulds on a vanished world of natural wonders and cyclical labour.
The 74-year-old poet and broadcaster, who is terminally ill, reads a new poem “Driftwood Houses” and reflects on his career, family and the power of “simple, ordinary things”.
A poem by Blake Morrison.
We are born to be makers of crude tools.
And our speech is full of cruel
signifiers: you, me, them, us. I
am sure we will not survive.
Two new collections by Scottish poets characterised by sharp attention to detail.
Two poems by Lavinia Greenlaw.