
Poems
Naming the Dead
I I find my past in another man’s poem, where the forgotten dead are named. It was in the days of uniforms, pressed trousers, blue
I I find my past in another man’s poem, where the forgotten dead are named. It was in the days of uniforms, pressed trousers, blue
This Place This Place might have been the first book of poetry that I purchased. I have a battered copy of a Penguin John Donne collection