“From my window, north: winter”, a poem by Dominic Cooper
Knuckled may lie this dark of earth. . .
ByNew Times,
New Thinking.
Knuckled may lie this dark of earth. . .
ByYet how it waved, in coast’s late light. . .
By"Thirty years later, in the Sheffield synagogue, / I saw you marry Norman, heard the strange sad chants".
ByFrom Virgil, the Aeneid, Book VI.
By"A midwinter spring, of sorts, / the day you died. . ."
By"They were my dad’s I tell him, recalling / how my father loved to savour a cigar after / a…
ByNew voices join old friends in our selection of the best poems published in the New Statesman over the past…
By"The ancient law: / the mass cannot be sung / without the wax".
By