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Surprisingly, though writing poems of great humanity, fluency and elegance, Ann Atkinson never tried to publish a full collection. Many poets who knew her felt she should, but Ann was always too busy, too giving, too modest, perhaps even fearful of committing to the value of her own work. At last, this book remedies that. Ann died in 2012, but in these pages we breathe again her lightness and grace, her musicality, the way her dancing line - like that of the fisherman’s on the Derwent, the tightrope walker’s wire, her chalkings in the childhood yard - involves a sense of seemingly effortless balance and harmony.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Surprisingly, though writing poems of great humanity, fluency and elegance, Ann Atkinson never tried to publish a full collection. Many poets who knew her felt she should, but Ann was always too busy, too giving, too modest, perhaps even fearful of committing to the value of her own work. At last, this book remedies that. Ann died in 2012, but in these pages we breathe again her lightness and grace, her musicality, the way her dancing line - like that of the fisherman’s on the Derwent, the tightrope walker’s wire, her chalkings in the childhood yard - involves a sense of seemingly effortless balance and harmony.