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Alison Brackenbury

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ISBN: 978 1 857541 22 9
Imprint: Carcanet Poetry
Published: March 1995
215 x 135 x 5 mm
64 pages
Publisher: Carcanet Press
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  • I have wasted ten years. You did not love me, ever.
    You laughed at me, but that was long ago.
    When I was far, you thought that I might be
    A glittering comfort.

    They, the two woodpigeons
    Sit on one branch, grow dark in the afternoon
    Or sun licks round a collar. They are preening
    Easy as moulting, heavy, grey and slow.
    A curl of white, a single feather, falls.

    As boulders wait, these two are beautiful.
    I do not envy stones. The ten years are
    Heavy as the feather's drifting star.
                'March pigeons'

    In 1829, Alison Brackenbury's first collection for seven years, the poet travels to three continents: there are poems from her Asian, African and European journeys, and the different peopled landscapes that she visits are
    evoked with her resonant lightness of touch, her granting rhythms and the
    grace of a subtle, distinctive prosody.

    The title poem was broadcast as part of the Mozart bicentenary celebrations on BBC Radio 3. Music has always featured in Brackenbury's poems; in this volume, which risks the dark of a minor key, it becomes a central motif. The poems travel in time as well as space. They also stay at home in a world of disorderly domesticity with cats and ponies.
    Peter Forbes, editor of Poetry Review describes her as 'incontrovertibly the real thing, with an insistent, insidious music that once learnt becomes addictive'.
    Alison Brackenbury was born in Lincolnshire in 1953.†She is descended from generations of skilled farm workers, including a dynasty of prize-winning shepherds. She won a scholarship to Oxford and left with a First in English. She then married and moved to a small town†in Gloucestershire, where she combined writing with horse-keeping, ... read more
    Praise for Alison Brackenbury 'Brackenbury makes rhyming seem easy in work that is clever, controlled, eccentric and thoroughly British in both subject matter and tone.'
    David Starkey, Santa Barbara Independent
      'Brackenbury is a poet of strong feeling, deeply involved with her subject matter. That the work is cast with such craft and needs to do so little to draw attention to itself makes it all the more pleasurable.'
    Jonathan Davidson, Poetry Review
    'Alison Brackenbury's ninth collection of poems is a humble, often humorous, celebration of the everyday and the privileges of age.' - Harriet Barker, TLS 'It is her immediate response to the natural world happenings, the seasons, family and memories, and all life's incidentals that make her poems so easy to relate to.' - D. A. Prince, The North 'Filigreed with images of light and dark throughout, it's evocative, amusing and utterly compelling.'
    Frances Lass, Radio Times
    Gillian Reynolds, Daily Telegraph
    The Times
     'Alison Brackenbury loves, lives, hymns and rhymes the natural world and its people like no other poet.'
    Gillian Clarke, National Poet of Wales
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