The swarming king of nothing

The sixtieth anniversary ‘heritage’ edition of Ariel

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

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

At the foot of the stairs up to the Bethlem Museum of the Mind in Beckenham, south London, are two massive writhing naked male figures by 17th-century sculptor Caius Gabriel Cibber, known as Raving Ma

The troubled life of a lyric poet from the New York School

Andrew Doyle is an author, journalist and satirist