For the last of these recycled essays, a piece on insect poems from last September, just after the national synchronised return to school and work at the start of the month (la rentrée) and just before we moved in a hurry. I wish when I wrote it I’d known Edward Taylor’s poem ‘Upon a Wasp Chilled with a Cold’, which is a rather perfect addition to the s…
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