Penguin Modern Poets 2 e-bog

The Penguin Modern Poets are succinct guides to the richness and diversity of contemporary poetry. Every volume brings together representative selections from the work of three poets now writing, allowing the curious reader and the seasoned lover of poetry to encounter the most exciting voices of our moment."e;Is it any wonder I've gottoo much blood on my hands? The callsare coming from inside the house.I'm sick of my insane demands."e;- Michael Robbins, 'Peel Off the Scabs'"e;. . . The childhood of the dunk was no childhood at all.He practiced on a paper route, throwing The Sunto the same place each morning. Did not sleep longbut when he slept, the springs of his bed impartedsomething to him. At night the streetlight floateddown and let him dribble it."e;- Patricia Lockwood, 'The Descent of the Dunk'"e;if my signal drops it's because i've climbed with them, we're so high nowi can in one single inverted yawn of my eyes full of skin and sex and fury see the whole city i so slowly streetlamp by streetlamp from the other side spent my life seeing in a drowning"e;and this one boy here he's doinghe's doing a painting, it's the last day of august, it's a painting of a bed and"e;- Timothy Thornton, 'Voicemail for David Hoyle'