pared-down precision and scorching intensity - Helen Dunmore

Ah! why has happiness no second spring? Charlotte Smith

All things within this fading world hath end. ('Before the Birth of One of Her Children')

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket: let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Who wants to know / a story's end, or where a road will go? - Sheenagh Pugh, 'What If This Road'

Poetry's about what can't be said. WS Merwin

The kind of poetry that imbues the everyday, the tarnished and burnished, with the possibilities of the transcendent - The Times

Poetry gives voice to what has no voice and form to what has no form, and creates the illusion of possession.

At once catalogues of ordinary, precise vision...and poems of musical and metaphysical ambition, Maguire is the heiress of Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman. Adam Phillips, The Observer

I look away, but it draws my eye./The water inside me wants it./My hand wants to write it. from 'Irrigator in the Far Field' by Stephanie Norgate.

Finely wrought verse that is tough, but also lyrical. A distinctive new voice - Neil Rollinson