Praise and Poems
A collection as delightful as it is sometimes disturbing. Burbridge is equally at home in the pub, on the football stand, or in an autumn garden.
Consider the crushed bowl now, / pulps of broken petals. / Isn’t it time // to return it to the sun / splashed with colours? / Nakedness is more than this. // There are still shoots in the yard. / The drone of bees. / A hint of summers to come. (‘Nihilists’)
Peter Bennet, Other Poetry, Series 4 No.3