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Thomas A Clark Longlisted for the Laurel Prize 2021
It's a pleasure to share the news that Carcanet poet Thomas A Clark is included on the longlist for this years Laurel Prize with his Selected Poems, The Threadbare Coat, which was edited by Matthew Welton. read more
Chakraborty, Galleymore & Kelly on Michael Murphy Memorial Prize Shortlist
We're thrilled to share the news that three Carcanet poets have been selected for the Michael Murphy Memorial Poetry Prize: Sumita Chakraborty with her collection Arrow, Isabel Galleymore with Significant Other, and Lisa Kelly with A Map Towards Fluency. read more
Caroline Bird Shortlisted for Polari Prize
We're over the moon to share the news that Caroline Bird has made it onto the Polari Prize shortlist with her wonderful collection, The Air Year. read more
Jane Draycott reads 'The Longest Day' (1:00 min)Listen
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Poem of the Day
for Zephir, b. 18.8.04Taken from 'New Poetries VII'...
I root myself at the heart
of lucid, pathless space,
fingers in all directions
braced against the silence.
I am a pine, bristling
with dark electricity.
For a hundred million years
I have brooded over mysteries.
I am a plane, my great leaves
flapping like anoraks
beneath the cocksure
patter of the rain.
I reach from dirt to light,
in skies and under earth,
basking in blackness
and gripping empty air;
I am a splintered column
taking heaven’s weight,
a river falling sunwards,
a mind lit by strange birds
at the heart of space,
fingers in all directions
opened to the day’s clear flame
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