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“I have grown older and loved others, but I shall always carry some notes of your music in my pockets, like petals, wherever I go.” In his fourth collection of sonnets – bookended by two free-form pieces – James Nash sets out to celebrate what may be gone, or flag up what might be celebrated before it goes. From the simple music of the bottle bank (a favourite task), to the biggest questions of the human experience, the poet's gentle, perceptive gaze illuminates all it surveys, delighting and moving in equal measure. This is a book to be savoured slowly and cherished often – a quiet companion for the heart and mind.
“I have grown older and loved others,
but I shall always carry some notes of your music
in my pockets, like petals,
wherever I go.”
In his fourth collection of sonnets – bookended by two free-form pieces – James Nash sets out to celebrate what may be gone, or flag up what might be celebrated before it goes.
From the simple music of the bottle bank (a favourite task), to the biggest questions of the human experience, the poet's gentle, perceptive gaze illuminates all it surveys, delighting and moving in equal measure.
This is a book to be savoured slowly and cherished often – a quiet companion for the heart and mind.