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Isabel Galleymore Shortlisted for Gladstone's Residency
We're pleased to share the news that Isabel Galleymore has been shortlisted for the prestigious Gladstone's Library Residency next year, for her debut collection, Significant Other , which is currently shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection . Now into its ninth year and approaching a decade of awards, the successful Gladstone's Library Writers in Residence programme was established in association with Damian Barr (saloniere and author of You Will Be Safe Here ) to support contemporary novelists and poets, and publishing industries in the UK. read more
Dunya Mikhail is the PBS Autumn Wild Card!
We're really pleased to share the news that Dunya Mikhail 's In Her Feminine Sign has been chosen by the Poetry Book Society as their Wild Card in the Autumn 2019 Selections! read more
Fawzi Karim (1945-2019)
We were deeply saddened to learn that Fawzi Karim, well-known Iraqi poet, painter and writer, has passed away at the age of 74. read more
Sinead Morrissey reads from T S Eliot Prize-winning Parallax at the Royal Festival HallListen
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Poem of the Day
With his ripe face like one of those pale freckled pearsTaken from 'New Poetries VII'...
you hold in your hand and his mind shuddering across it
like a bruise – he’s legible to all the world. With his great legs,
broad and strong as the trees, he walks in and out of chapters
smelling of eau de cologne, or an animal that sleeps in a barn.
With his long fingers running across the stubble on his jaw,
he listens to the black Russian rain before he picks up his pen.
With his eyes so blue you’d think he’d drunk the sky down
with all that champagne, he watches the soldiers (red epaulettes
and high boots) drag that boy to the place where they shoot him.
He watches the boy pull his loose coat tight before he sags and slides
down the post. And when it’s all over, he watches them roll him
gently into the hole with the others and before he can look away
he sees, there in the earth, the boy’s shoulder still moving.
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