A second collection from one of the most distinctive and original voices to have emerged in recent years. Zaffar Kunial is a proven master of taking things apart, polishing up the fugitive parts of single words, of a sound, a color, the name of a flower, and putting them back together so that we see them in an entirely different light. In the poems of England's Green, we are invited to look at the place and the language we think we know and made to think again. With everything so newly set, we are alert, as the poet is, to the 'dark missing/step in a stair', entering this new world with bated breath. By such close attention to the parts, the poems have a genius for invoking absence, whether that be a missing father, the death of a mother or a path not taken. Fully formed, they share a center of gravity: migrations, memories, little transgressions and disturbances, summoned and contained in small gestures - a hand held, the smell of a newly bred rose or the scratch a limpet makes to mark its home.
A second collection from one of the most distinctive and original voices to have emerged in recent years. Zaffar Kunial is a proven master of taking things apart, polishing up the fugitive parts of single words, of a sound, a color, the name of a flower, and putting them back together so that we see them in an entirely different light. In the poems of England's Green, we are invited to look at the place and the language we think we know and made to think again. With everything so newly set, we are alert, as the poet is, to the 'dark missing/step in a stair', entering this new world with bated breath. By such close attention to the parts, the poems have a genius for invoking absence, whether that be a missing father, the death of a mother or a path not taken. Fully formed, they share a center of gravity: migrations, memories, little transgressions and disturbances, summoned and contained in small gestures - a hand held, the smell of a newly bred rose or the scratch a limpet makes to mark its home.
