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The Making of the English Landscape
Simon Armitage
It’s too late now to start collecting football shirts,/bringing them back from trips abroad as souvenirs:
The Day Etta Died
John Burnside
‘I was marking a stack of essays / on Frank O’Hara / and each had a Wiki- / paragraph to say / who Genet was.’
Self-Portrait as Amnesiac
John Burnside
‘Shoeboxes lined with eggs and empty / pomegranates drying in a bowl, / mousebones and wicker, chess pieces, muddled coats.’
Pay Attention
Sophie Cabot Black
‘I can only do what is here. But you / Have an entire congregation of choice’
The Old Fuel
Emily Berry
‘And I'm / cranking out oodles of love the way an old spaghetti machine / cranks out spaghetti.’
On Jupiter Place
Nicholas Christopher
‘I didn’t know who she was anymore / maybe I never did or could –’
