News at Eleven: Alice Oswald, herself a fine poet

(she won the TS Eliot prize in 2002), has selected the verse and also written a very lucid, useful and penetrating introduction (one wishes for more writing on poetry as good as this) which points out that [Sir Thomas] Wyatt was, in fact, part of a dying metrical tradition, whose poetry was misrepresented by his first editors: they cleaned up his verse, which was originally deliberately hesitant, into the more regularly iambic "riding line", the one which was so embedded in the national consciousness until teachers stopped making children learn poetry by heart. (I owe this insight to Clive James.)

from The Guardian: The private life of a courtier unmasked

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