in the earliest poems in this book and which is consciously returned to in the last, The Space Between: here, [Anthony] Thwaite hears a rat in his roof and lets it live, not because the poet has come to terms with his cohabitant, but because the rat is beyond his grasp, so deeply embedded in the structure of his property that he can no longer reach it.from The Times: Collected Poems by Anthony Thwaite
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