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Mary O'Malley Named Joint Winner of Michael Hartnett Poetry Award 2018
We're really proud and excited to announce that Mary O'Malley has been named as joint winner of the Michael Hartnett Poetry Award 2018 with Macdara Woods! read more
Sinead Morrissey's On Balance shortlisted for Pigott Poetry Prize
We're delighted to announce that Sinead Morrissey 's On Balance has been shortlisted for the Pigott Poetry Prize ! read more
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Sinead Morrissey reads from T S Eliot Prize-winning Parallax at the Royal Festival Hall
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Double win for Neil Powell at the 2017 East Anglian Book Awards
We're delighted to announce that Neil Powell's Was and Is: Collected Poems has won the 2017 East Anglian Book Awards in the poetry category and the East Anglian Writers Book by the Cover Award!read more... |
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Gabriel Josipovici
Gabriel Josipovici was born in Nice in 1940 of Russo-Italian, Romano-Levantine parents. He lived in Egypt from 1945 to 1956, when he came to Britain. He read English at St Edmund Hall, Oxford, graduating with a First in 1961. From 1963 to 1998 he taught at the University of Sussex. He...read more |
Poem of the Day
First
The consensus is you are reading
or were that day
the camera snapped you
in your half-world, a mothy flicker
evoking open-mouthed wonder in ours.
Whisper it through the walls, wee yin.
We have forgotten.
The secrets heard
when gravity first pulls
on the silvery shadow.
or were that day
the camera snapped you
in your half-world, a mothy flicker
evoking open-mouthed wonder in ours.
Whisper it through the walls, wee yin.
We have forgotten.
The secrets heard
when gravity first pulls
on the silvery shadow.
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