At the start of this week the winner of the T. S. Eliot prize was announced in London: for my non-British readers, this is by far the biggest single poetry prize in the UK, awarded in January to a collection published in the previous year. I’m well behind the curve, since I hadn’t read any of the collections before this week. (Though I did rather enjoy …
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