About the poet
Clive Wilmer's first collection of poems, The Dwelling-Place (Carcanet, 1977), opens with an...
Report from Nowhere
It is not just the sex.
It is the reflection afterwards.
– as it might be in the fields, after haymaking, the sun
spread low along the horizon, shadows bold,
and they all troop off to the pub.
And the library. And the gallery.
with nightwork in the tangles of their minds.
from New and Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2012), © Clive Wimer 2012, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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