Poetry

“Nagasaki: Midori’s Rosary”: a poem by Rowan Williams

The air is full of blurred words. Something has changed in the war’s weather. The children (whose children will show…

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Sometimes, instead of a farthing, they give you safety pins. Can that be right? I’m sure it’s what the teacher…

By Wendy Cope

A poem by TS Eliot Prize-winner Sinéad Morrissey.

By Sinéad Morrissey

"To Ella".

By Carol Ann Duffy

Zoom in: near sunset in a town where everything’s ex-this, ex-that, an artificial pond poured in to fill the gaps.…

By Helen Mort

Illustration by Andre Bergamin The four-pump petrol garage finally closed, its defeated owner inhaling his ghost in a disused quarry…

By Simon Armitage

Among the flasks and vases – Song to Ming dynasties – the stillest of still things: five “plain domestic bowls…

By Richard Meier

Old capital, becalmed on the edge of a freshwater marsh – lifeblood – despite the breeze. It drinks mountains, laments…

By John Kinsella