A story of serendipity; of poems that seem to talk to each other across decades. Two weeks ago I bought ‘Modern Poetry’ by Diane Seuss (lovely cover by Fitzcarraldo - the texture of it in the hand) and picked up ‘Conjurors’ by Julian Orde from the Greenwich Oxfam shop. With the Orde I must confess … Continue reading Julian Orde, Theodore Roethke and serendipity