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The sixtieth anniversary ‘heritage’ edition of Ariel

The precocious poetry of Charlotte Brontë

You have the universe in your hair and the stars on your brow. I would wrap you up in heaven’s rainbow cloak, But I am a poor man. My only currency is hope. You are like an orchard abundant with fruit

Search for “bog” in this new edition of Seamus Heaney’s poems and you will find the word some 60 times; the 1,200 tissue-thin pages are mulchy with “the squelch and slap of soggy peat”. There is the o

My Berlin probably peaked on 9th November 2014. In a spacious borrowed flat in Mitte, not far from trendy Arkonaplatz, I had countersigned a passport application for a baby just born to friends: Briti