> Her pleasure whispered through a much-kissed smile.

A heartbreaking gift for an opening line in this collection written after the death of his wife. Grief told with poetic incompleteness

Just beautiful. I nearly cried on the bus and train as I read these unsentimental effusions of grief. Poems that speak of how we go one after someone we love has died in a world both unchanged and permanently changed. I did not know that the late 20th century had produced such poetic greatness. Thanks to the Faber and Faber poetry diaries, where I discovered Douglas Dunn, I am broadening my horizons. ( )