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Never did amount to anything
Dorothea Lasky
‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’
A Meeting of Minds with Henry David Thoreau
Andrew Motion
‘What am I doing here more than looking – / which I would stop / only to help things through their vanishing’
Biographical Detail
Ángel González Muñiz
‘The cockroaches in my house complain because I read at night’.
Two Poems
Hoa Nguyen
‘I wrote ‘valley’ when I meant ‘longing’ / Your laugh a river A trout kind of green.’
Beyond Sunset
Mary Ruefle
‘Red sadness never appears sad . . . it appears in flashes of passion, anger, fear, inspiration and courage, in dark unsellable visions; it is an upside down penny concealed beneath a tea cosy.’
Origin Myth
Mary Ruefle
‘Life continually circled in cold inaccessible serenity around unhappy Earth’
Two Poems
Tomaž Šalamun
‘Heads of saints fell off and / smashed the glassy cages. My voice smashed them.’