Penny Boxall – The Writing Life

All the poet needed, it seemed, was a well-proportioned townhouse on a sunny piazza, a couple of thousand calf-bound books and some fabulous friends… All the poet needed, it seemed, was a well-proportioned townhouse on a sunny piazza, a couple of thousand calf-bound books and some fabulous, if not heroic friends, and poetry would just happen.

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