And more again about map-making and poetry. I’ve been reading section 1 of David Constantine’s ‘Belongings’. These half a dozen poems are a hymn of gratitude for walking, for the landscapes of Northern England and for the folded map. I’m reading them having just returned from walking Hadrian’s Wall and the Northumberland coast.The long lines … Continue reading ‘Reading the map afterwards/Assures us of our hinterland’
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‘In Ilford High Road I saw the multitudes passing pale under the / light of flaring sundown’
Sometimes, if I see an old poetry book going second-hand, I will buy the volume for the pleasure of seeing a favourite poem in its original form - font, paper, placement on the page and in the book. I have a thin copy of Denise Levertov’s ‘The Jacob’s Ladder’, a New Directions Paperbook (not paperback) … Continue reading ‘In Ilford High Road I saw the multitudes passing pale under the / light of flaring sundown’

