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poet and novelist Philip Larkin, born in Coventry,
England, in 1922. He was widely considered to
be one of the
greatest English poets of his time despite only
slim volumes containing
a total of 117 poems. In 2003 he was chosen as
best-loved poet" in a survey by the British Poetry
He wrote in his spare time, working as a librarian
for over 40
years. In 1974 he began working on a 50-line
poem that took him
three years to complete. Aubade
is about watching the sunrise in a bedroom while
contemplating the fear
death. It was his last major poem and
critically considered to be
his masterpiece. It begins:
Kerstin Ekman is, according to her UK publisher Sphere, Sweden's most prominent female fiction writer... read on
And I Quote...
If you write about someone else, you can stretch the truth from here to Finland. If you write about yourself, the slightest deviation makes you realize instantly that there may be honor among thieves, but you are just a dirty liar. ~ Groucho Marx
Liz Nugent on the challenges she faced in getting published, where she writes, and what books have inspired her.
Flavorwire suggests 50 novels written by women under 50 that you should read.
Women In Translation Month is underway with readers reviewing what they've read and sharing favourite authors from every corner of the globe.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.