L ate in his career, the English poet W. H. Auden distilled the whole business of poetry into three pungent lines: “A poet’s hope: to be, / like some valley cheese, / local, b ...
Slow Wreckage is Crooker’s tenth book of poems. She has always been a sharp noticer, especially of the natural world and the visual arts. Reading her poetry feels like putting on a new pair of glasses ...
In ‘Church Going’, the poem that gives this charming book its title, Philip Larkin talks about ‘one of the crew that tap and jot and know what rood-lofts were… Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique’.