Saturday poem: The Habit of Light
By Gillian ClarkeIn the early evening, she liked to switch on the lampsin corners, on low tables, to show off her brass,her polished furniture, her silver and glass.At dawn she'd draw all the curtains back for a glimpseof the cloud-lit sea. Her oak flo...
The TS Eliot prize cannot survive without sponsorship at a time of cuts | Gillian Clarke