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In 2008, Jen Hadfield became the youngest person to win the TS Eliot Prize with her collection...
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XXI The World
Leaving, pull sulky feet like lollipops
from the forty lochans, the forty-one skies.
Taffy they are in the rich blue
for which triptych brushes are poked under cloud.
A crowd of marsh-leaves shake their streaked tongues.
Nortlaand - more numerous than ewes,
than ganglion roads in a thousand voes.
Neither Swinister nor Eshaness nor Crying Taing
must take the brunt of my love.
No I won't forget the gate but tie it loosely,
a ply wing
to thud my sternum when the wind is up.
‘XXI The World’ from Almanacs (Bloodaxe, 2005),(c) Jen Hadfield 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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