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Phoebe Power Longlisted for Michael Murphy Memorial Prize
We're delighted to share the news that Phoebe Power has made it onto the longlist of the 2019 Michael Murphy Memorial Prize with her debut collection, Shrines of Upper Austria . The Michael Murphy Memorial Prize is a biennial prize for a distinctive first book of poetry in English published in Britain or Ireland. read more
Ned Denny Wins Seamus Heaney Prize
We're over the moon to share the news that Ned Denny has been awarded the The Seamus Heaney Centre Poetry Prize 2019 for his debut collection, Unearthly Toys: Poems and Masks . The announcement was made at the Award Night in No Alibis Bookstore in Belfast on Tuesday 2nd July. read more
Dunya Mikhail is the PBS Autumn Wild Card!
We're really pleased to share the news that Dunya Mikhail 's In Her Feminine Sign has been chosen by the Poetry Book Society as their Wild Card in the Autumn 2019 Selections! read more
Sinead Morrissey reads from T S Eliot Prize-winning Parallax at the Royal Festival HallListen
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Poem of the Day
For Edward Thomas
Not a cloud in the sky and the pier hangs in mistTaken from 'Joy'...
No swiftness and not a cloud to mark this soul
But brightness all around so fiercely torpid
Nothing can be seen at all.
The front is so wide I walk with my eyes closed
And the sea breathes shallow as a roosting dove
My unblemished soul goes shapeless through the light:
Pale calf-hide, it has need of the cloud’s love.
There you stand, like the fish upon its tail,
Who tasted all the various hells upon the earth
And was marked for ever by the passage of a cloud
And the rain, and the birds, and all such things of worth.
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