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IT was what Wendy’s mum would have called a “mulling things over” day. As Wendy gazed out of the café window, puffy clouds sailed in a sky of stone-washed denim. It was the sort of day she and Ray had

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One of the greatest challenges for a poet is to find something new to say. It’s all been said before. Any poet who manages to find a truly original subject should keep very quiet about it, write the p

How Chaucer reshaped English poetry