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Tonight: WOW Laureates
Three Carcanet poets read at the Women of the World Festival at Southbank Centre in London tonight. read more
A Round The World Poetry Tour
Today is World Book Day and we're celebrating with 30% discount on a globe-trotting range of poetry. read more
Jenny Lewis in Oxford
Poet Jenny Lewis to speak at the Oxford Literary Festival on 25 March 2014. read more
Sinead Morrissey reads from T S Eliot Prize-winning Parallax at the Royal Fesitval HallListen
Review of Chris Beckett's Ethiopia Boy - Julian Stannard, Poetry Review, Autumn 2013
Ethiopia Boy by Chris Beckett is a delight. read more
Interview with Rebecca Goss - Vanessa Thorpe, the Observer, 7th July 2013
Rebecca Goss: the mother whose poems for a lost baby see her tipped for a prize. read more
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Poem of the Day
That Was Then, This Is Now
Isn't it just unhappiness? Everything's differentTaken from 'New Poetries II'...
from how you conceive it, the grass still flutters easily
in the breeze, there are still bees faffing around in the manyhued
flowers. All that will continue, like any landscape, as far
as the eye can see. But there's a mood, like a gust taking
a page by surprise, bringing vestiges of something else, remnants,
mere flickers of what you wore. To talk of the Hitchcock films
you'd both seen, or even just to mention that bar's gaudiness,
with its combination of neon lights and Mexican
paraphernalia, would be something - the rural scene, well,
blushes at the thought. Of course, the radiant flatness
with which sunlight normally slaps itself down like paint
will prevail, a certain sheen settles things for you, and such images,
even what little bits of them there are, can only float
inappropriately like a colourful insect in cola, no more vexing
than being kept awake by listening to someone fall asleep.
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