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’