the year in books :: November 2017

My last month’s read was The Mother of All Questions, a secondary collection of feminist essays by the brilliant Rebecca Solnit. This month, I’m slightly behind the curve, reading Ali Smith’s Autumn, which was released last year. I’m hoping to speed through it in order to follow it with its sequel, Winter, which has just been

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a poem for November

My November Guest ‘My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walked the sodden pasture lane.   Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the

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the year in books :: October 2017

September, most bookish month of all, was the one in which I didn’t manage to share with you what I was reading. In truth, it was a month of big changes for me, with my youngest son starting school, and the way in which I spend my days shifting. After some weeks of adjustment, and

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a poem for October

‘A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill’s shoulder, Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly Come in the morning where I wandered and listened To the rain wringing Wind blow cold In the wood faraway under

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