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A collection that captures poignant memories and persistent histories from a celebrated poet of Northern Ireland

SHORTLISTED FOR THE T. S. ELIOT PRIZE

SHORTLISTED FOR THE PEN HEANEY PRIZE

I guess I must have been in two minds
about the new day
as the daylight gods
began to march in straight lines
going I don't know where

from "The Spare Room"

In his first collection for more than a decade, Tom Paulin revisits themes of place, occupation, conflict and legacy, primarily in the context of his native Northern Ireland. Stories and memories, even histories, are shown to be both frail and persistent, troubling and vital. There is a powerful austerity in play as he sets aside the rhetorical force and linguistic dazzle for which he is renowned, to speak simply of later life and the losses it brings: "if only some idea / could find its way / through enemy territory / then I'd at last begin / to look up at the sky." As outward-looking as ever, he also includes here intimate and resonant versions from Brecht and Ronsard, and from the contemporary Palestinian poet, Walid Khazendar.