The Poets at Drumcliff
Ursula and Rosie took me there in their car.
‘Off you go, John,‘ said Rosie when we drew up
outside the graveyard, ‘We’ve already seen it.’
U. A. Fanthorpe, Rosie Bailey,
William Butler Yeats.
Not a place you’d visit daily.
U. A. Fanthorpe, Rosie Bailey,
Gravely, gaily, willow-waly,
Something resonates.
U. A. Fanthorpe, Rosie Bailey,
William Butler Yeats.
John Whitworth is one of those fattish, baldish, backward-looking, provincial poets in which England is so rich (perhaps too rich). His ninth collection, Being the Bad Guy, was published by Peterloo in November 2007. Les Murray likes it. Good on him. You might also consider Writing Poetry published by A & C Black, one of those how-to books; it has run to a second edition and is pretty good, though he (the poet) would say that, wouldn’t he?
