All Lost Things Lie Under Closing Water
“For a year I have observed a family of mute swans. I haven’t see them every day, or even every week, but I have watched them at regular intervals throughout one year of their lives on the river Ely,...
View ArticleBeginning with Bendigeidfran
“It seems to have begun with Bendigeidfran, his rhythmic syllables, the imprint of his huge foot on the shore...” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke's Journal It seems to have begun with Bendigeidfran, his...
View ArticleDesert Island Poems
Eight poems for a desert island! Impossible. Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke's Journal Eight poems for a desert island! Impossible. Eight hundred might do. But this island is guarded by the Thought...
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“War. Radios. The sea. A fox. Stone animals on a castle wall. I can’t say what came first...” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke's Journal War. Radios. The sea. A fox. Stone animals on a castle wall.read more
View ArticleA Local Habitation and a Name
Banc Sion Cwilt Gillian Clarke Banc Sion Cwilt - Gillian Clarke's Journal ‘Houses we’ve lived ininhabit us And history’s restless In the rooms of the mind’ 1read more
View ArticleFinding Gold
The Reading and Writing Life of a Family Gillian Clarke The Reading and Writing Life of a Family - Gillian Clarke’s Journal In December 1997 we cleared my grandmother’s house, the house where I was...
View ArticleAugust - September 2005
“Kites falling on flesh. Out of a blue sky, one by one, coming in from all points over the mountains...” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke’s Journal Kites falling on flesh. Out of a blue sky, one by one,...
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“October, and in between marigold days, autumn has been taking itself apart. Every dawn there is more sky, and fewer leaves....” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke’s Journal ‘October is marigold’, as Ted...
View ArticleWINTER: November - December 2005
“I’ve been reading about stone. I’m amazed all over again to be reminded that, apart from water, it is wind that wears stone away.” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke’s Journal I’ve been reading about...
View ArticleA White Page: January - April 2006
“Snow in April. Blossom on the blackthorn - first petals on leafless hedges. A fizz of curdled frogspawn in the pond; lambs; wool caught on old brambles.” Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke's Journal Snow...
View ArticleApril - May 2006
“The swallows are here. They arrived before Easter, the very pair, we must assume, that nested here last year, raising three broods of young on the same beam in our barn.” Gillian Clarke Gillian...
View ArticleHeatwave: June-July 2006
It must be the midsummer heatwave, the hottest, driest summer in Britain for a generation, but I find myself reflecting on joy, and its opposite, the stone in the heart. Gillian Clarke Gillian Clarke’s...
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