delicacy and desire, on the other, wild grass.’ – George Szirtes
Sue Butler has travelled much in Russia and many of the poems in this book relate to her experiences there. But this book does not fall into the trap of ‘holiday poems’, like dull photos or slides: the equivalent of ‘this is me in Red Square’.
She has an intimate knowledge of the country, its people and their language. She
hones in on details of the people she writes about, so that the reader ends up knowing
them as friends, or indeed as enemies.
These are poems of lived experience, focusing on particularities – startling,