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The Field in Winter, the third collection of poetry by David Clarke, winner of the Michael Marks Award, elegantly reflects on memory, time, and the very particular landscape of loss, in a calendar of poems, a ‘charm of words’ that track and loop through seasons of nature and living. The relationship between the environment, the human body and the self takes centre stage here in poetry that is concerned with being in the world - senses alive to the detail of things, the trunk of a linden tree , the shock of cold water, the frenzy of bees and blossom. But these remarkable poems also write towards the intangible in the late summer’s dusk – an empty cage, a bird flown; history’s slow grind and echo. Clarke’s elegies reach out to touch what passes us fleetingly in a moment of time – ‘before the tongue can catch them’ – held for that second, precious, in his poised and finely weighted poetry.
The Field in Winter, the third collection of poetry by David Clarke, winner of the Michael Marks Award, elegantly reflects on memory, time, and the very particular landscape of loss, in a calendar of poems, a ‘charm of words’ that track and loop through seasons of nature and living.
The relationship between the environment, the human body and the self takes centre stage here in poetry that is concerned with being in the world - senses alive to the detail of things, the trunk of a linden tree , the shock of cold water, the frenzy of bees and blossom. But these remarkable poems also write towards the intangible in the late summer’s dusk – an empty cage, a bird flown; history’s slow grind and echo. Clarke’s elegies reach out to touch what passes us fleetingly in a moment of time – ‘before the tongue can catch them’ – held for that second, precious, in his poised and finely weighted poetry.