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    An Absence of Meadows and Other Poems: Wordcatcher Modern Poetry

    By E. Mary Wilce

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    "The poems in this volume reveal how much of our lives are rooted in feeling as well as in fact, in imagination as well as action. The poems dwell on things remembered or seen. The focus on the subject is clear and lucidly expressed, the poet teasing out its resonances while holding emotion on a tight rein. Their principal subject is childhood, lovingly described but somehow also threatened (as in The Fox on the Stairs and Lessons in the Wind, two striking poems)."

    John Pikopulis

    Founder and Chair of Literature Wales

    E. Mary Wilce was born in rural Camarthenshire. Her first poem in Welsh was published at the age of 15, and she has been writing ever since. Published many times, and the winner of local writing awards, she lives in the Vale of Glamorgan with her husband, Don.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWordcatcher Publishing
    Release dateJun 13, 2017
    ISBN9781386644705
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