THE SUNDAY TIMES POETRY BOOK OF THE YEARThe black poet would love to say his century beganWith Hughes or God forbid, Wheatley, but actuallyIt began with all the poetry weirdos & worriers, warriors,Poetry whiners & winos falling from ship bows, sunsetBridges & windows.
In the arms of the enchanting Greek island of Lesbos, and in the atmosphere of the prosperous "singing age," a remarkable poet was born, "Sappho," who enriched the human poetic heritage with verses dripping with love, nostalgia, and pity.
A woman is more sophisticated than a man in the matter of love, as love is her goal and her goal, and if love is absent from her, she lives a life of loss in everything.
The age was reduced by twelve moonsWhen I broke the silence and wrote again"I love you today"Badr told the story of the love between usShe placed it on top of the newspaper clippingsTo brighten my years.
This book redirects attention to a truth largely ignored by recent criticism-that Shakespeare's excellence as a playwright is inextricable from his excellence as a poet.
