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Sunday 23 January 2011

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Marvellously sensuous/sensual new poem from David Harsent, undoubtedly one of the best living English poets; a good example of how over a long career he's developed a voice, register and rhythm very much his own and with no obvious antecedents (distant traces of both Lawrence and Hughes in this one, perhaps.)

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