“This is a town for old men’” is the first line of Anna Lewis’ poem, ‘Resistance’. It is also the first in her collection Other Harbours, and it opens the door on a landscape across which a mythology will unfold. But opens it just a crack. As the simultaneous invocation and inversion of Yeats’ ‘Sailing […]
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