The Word

For Man And Islands.jpg

 

You suggest and

provoke until

I chase –

chase you wherever

you will,

I would – but

 

where do you

go,

down which

 

turning, into

which

unused chapel of truth,

 

so many the turnings,

crosses,

ends, I do not know –

 

yet, tantalizer, how

can I

forget how

 

you beckon so, what

you would

promise

 

in your lithe movement,

not to be mine,

grace

 

in my city,

out 

of my power.

WHAT THE CRITICS SAY

A volume of poems by Peter Abbs with engravings by Nicholas Parry. Abbs’ poems, in their rhythms and their phrasing, had for me that sense of inevitability which is the hallmark of very good verse indeed. An admirable collection, well produced and finely illustrated.

-Robert Nisbet in Poetry Wales

 

It is, above all, the sense of the ‘word made flesh’ that gives the poems a life such as can be found among Heaney’s, and the best of Hughes’ and very few other poems indeed since Pound.

-Bernard Harrison in The Use of English