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Andrew Motion Reads Alice Oswald

The New Yorker: Poetry

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A Meanhus Is an Inward Fors Anssidious for Ant

I hear ward woe very strongly in this poem, actually. The thistes is lying behind this, which also appears in the volume at where it was originally written. Edward thomas seems to be a poet who is writing poems that are as fresh as the day they are written on. i always think reading his poems is that if i look down, i'm going to see dew on my tow caps because i've just come in from going for a walk with him.

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