Tracks, by Tomas Tranströmer

Tracks 2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of … More

A few days to read

and James, it’s taken me a few days to read A Few Days, but I have loved every line, especially … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

I have started the poem but the poem does not know it yet. I am more than flirting with it, … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

And though I only met you once, your influence on me is massive, or should that be was I don’t … More

Breathing Space July The man who lies on his back under huge trees is also up in them. He … More

Continuing in this mini-series of poems I shared in my reading at the Greenbelt festival last weekend, here is The … More

Continuing in this mini-series of poems I shared in my reading at the Greenbelt festival last weekend, here is Looking … More

It was a huge privilege to share poems in workshops I gave at the Greenbelt festival last weekend. Here is … More

It was such a privilege to read from the cornucopia of talent assembled in Lifesaving Poems at the Greenbelt Festival over … More

To celebrate the appearance of my dear friend Christopher Southgate at this year’s Greenbelt Festival, I am republishing my Lifesaving … More

‘An amazing stillness this morning. A sense of impending exhaustion in the air. There was one robin as I went … More

‘I don’t know if I can do this any more.’ ‘Do what?’ the book says. ‘This.’ ‘Sit around waiting for … More

In the summer of 1986, when he was poetry editor of New Statesman and not long after Writing Home had … More

A Rainy Morning A young woman in a wheelchair, wearing a black nylon poncho spattered with rain, is pushing … More

August 1914 What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart’s dear granary? The much we … More