In British poet Sarah Wardle's first collection every poem covers different territory, but in each the voice is distinctly hers, sparkling and feisty, with a hint of darkness and wicked wit. In this immensely varied collection she manages the difficult task of using rhyme without letting it turn comical or self-conscious. A miracle of unforced musicality is allowed to fall gracefully to the page, seemingly without effort.
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