Poet of Honour: George Szirtes

George Szirtes We remain rainless. The late sun draped on washing like a faded flag. This is our nation with its fabled history of bloom, fight and fade. We’re fading. Leaders at press briefings continue to conjure the great spirit of something burning on, conflagrations of nostalgic power. Meanwhile the milkman on his early morning […]

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