Does anyone know any modern poets?
I’m away from my shelf full of poetry books and anthologies at the moment, otherwise I would have all sorts of great modern poets to recommend to you. As it is, I must rely on my memory and the internet to aid me, and I’ve managed to find this one by Fleur Adcock: a very wonderful modern poet, who writes plain-spoken and witty poems about all sorts of things. KISSING The young are walking on the riverbank, arms around each other’s waists and shoulders, pretending to be looking at the waterlilies and what might be a nest of some kind, over there, which two who are clamped together mouth to mouth have forgotten about. The others, making courteous detours around them, talk, stop talking, kiss. They can see no one older than themselves. It’s their river. They’ve got all day. Seeing’s not everything. At this very moment the middle-aged are kissing in the backs of taxis, on the way to airports and stations. Their mouths and tongues are soft and powerful and as moist as ever. Their hands are
