Lost and bewildered, cursed to flit from tree to tree, Sweeney has lived in the woods so long he's almost forgotten who he is. Most of us have forgotten, too. Playful and poignant by turns, Woodsong reinvents the medieval epic Buile Suihbhne as a sequence of slant lyrics about loneliness, companionship and what keeps a myth alive.
This first collection by New Poetries poet and Telegraph poetry editor is at once brilliantly witty in language and formal ambition, and wryly dark in its themes.
Tristram Fane Saunders lives in London and works as a journalist. The Rake lives in lavish squalor and has never worked in his life. Laura lives nowhere – she’s dead, for now – but she is working on a way to solve that problem.These sly, untrustworthy poems tell the story of a nameless, ageless dandy – his slow decline, and his well-deserved fall. Take a ride in the Rake’s carriage, but keep an eye on your purse.