‘Enchanted by the seductive music of this poem, its strangeness but also its powerful sense of reality; I didn’t know exactly what it meant in the sense of its paraphrasable content, but its potency was unignorable. Imagine if one could write like this!’
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‘I was a Betjemaniac; I wore a Larkin smile. My writing desk was Auden-esque, til Yeats became my style.’
‘With its title by an Irishman and its split focus between a pre-colonial West African people and culture, and a British colonial administrator; it was, when I read it, the best thing I had ever read.’
Poets have always looked inward. They have always been fascinated by transformation. Few, however, have considered how the act of writing poetry itself might change them. The poet John Greening looks within, and behind, and finds himself changed.