About the poet
In 2008, Jen Hadfield became the youngest person to win the TS Eliot Prize with her collection...
as the lass who went with Krishna
and beheld in his throat
the complete universe,
I would heft into your lap
my daughter, our mootie -
the triangulation point that punctuates infinity;
the diapered Daruma doll, wobbly but equilateral;
cosmic collateral, pyramidal, just apparently small;
hair like loose voltage - stray and sparky straw;
grey-eyed, green-eyed, blue-eyed, pie-eyed,
my Machu Picchu of the Kitchen Floor.
Now, will we visualise
the world? Cell by cell,
Saturn to Sedna, Hells to Valhalla
this and those universes,
d 'Aa' from Nigh No Place (Bloodaxe, 2008), (c) Jen Hadfield 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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