Douglas Dunn

I've had this book of his on my shelf for quite a while now and never pulled it down to go through. Now I have and I am reading it with a lot of pleasure. The Terry Street section coming from the mid 1960s is almost prophetic in its account of an England that has worn out its empire trappings and is just rusting away in a corner of the world. What has changed?

> Her pleasure whispered through a much-kissed smile.

A heartbreaking gift for an opening line in this collection written after the death of his wife. Grief told with poetic incompleteness

Just beautiful. I nearly cried on the bus and train as I read these unsentimental effusions of grief. Poems that speak of how we go one after someone we love has died in a world both unchanged and permanently changed. I did not know that the late 20th century had produced such poetic greatness. Thanks to the Faber and Faber poetry diaries, where I discovered Douglas Dunn, I am broadening my horizons.

F/F First US Edition