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The Drowned Book
Andrew Marvell
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Description for The Drowned Book
Paperback. Picador's second collection from one of the finest English poets of the last fifty years Series: Picador Classic. Num Pages: 96 pages. BIC Classification: DCF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 132 x 197 x 16. Weight in Grams: 152.
With an introduction by Helen Dunmore
Come for a walk down the river road,
For though you're all a long time dead
The waters part to let us pass
The way we'd go on summer nights
In the times we were children
And thought we were lovers.
The Drowned Book is a work of memory, commemoration and loss, dominated by elegies for those the author has loved and admired. Sean O'Brien's exquisite collection is powerfully affecting, sad and often deeply funny; but it is also a dramatically compelling book - disquieting, even - and full of warnings. ... Read more
Product Details
Publisher
Pan Macmillan
Format
Paperback
Publication date
2015
Series
Picador Classic
Condition
New
Number of Pages
96
Place of Publication
London, United Kingdom
ISBN
9781447294030
SKU
V9781447294030
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Ref
99-50
About Andrew Marvell
Sean O’Brien is a poet, critic, playwright, broadcaster, anthologist and editor. He grew up in Hull and now lives in Newcastle upon Tyne; he is Professor of Poetry at Sheffield Hallam University and teaches on the MA Writing course. His five collections of poetry to date have all won awards, most recently Downriver (Picador, 2001), which won the Forward Prize ... Read more
Reviews for The Drowned Book
O'Brien's talent extends far beyond description . . . powerful, resonant and thought-provoking
Guardian
It's almost as though he's seeing into a kind of pool in which the past is there, held in a sort of suspension . . . exhilarating
Peter Porter
Guardian
It's almost as though he's seeing into a kind of pool in which the past is there, held in a sort of suspension . . . exhilarating
Peter Porter