…..(he) fools himself
he’s other, an observer – rather than a thought
the dingle has…
A new sequence of poems by the winner of the TS Eliot Prize, 2009.
Time in The Dingle leads the reader through an active rumination of nature and civilization “close as close and inside out and back to front.” Philip Gross writes with lucent simplicity, relinquishing the need to capture or compel, allowing the words to arise from a place of deep listening. The result is as much an act of translation as it is intimate observation.
This collection is an evocative homage to nature’s capacity to bear, even when “baffled by itself”, even when reduced paper-thin to the will of civilization,
it could wrap itself, the whole
place and me gently and fold
us away, maybe for mending later.