I hope you don't mind my dragging up the thread, but I wanted to quickly say that the book arrived last week and I'm really enjoying it.
My favourite lines so far are 'hieroglyphic feathers/ Inscrutable forever/ With light, air and mist'. I 'think' (I might be wrong) that this poem (For That Which Has Fallen) describes the outside of a half-ruined church, and it's such a perfect description of - not just a Victorian tombstone - but that sense of perfect, strangely spiritual decay that lives outside old churches.
I agree with what Lisa McCabe suggests - it might have been overlooked because there have been lots of responses to the pandemic recently, but, that, in these fragile times it's a lovely book to read, full of quiet but powerful interesting things to think about.
Sarah-Jane
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