what it describes, words working naturally for their keep, and the rest of the poem is just as good if not better, becoming a sort of shy metaphor for the human condition, as well as a little swimming lesson.
When [John] Burnside writes like this it is easy enough to see that here is a real poet working somewhere close to the top of his bent.
from Scotsman: Robert Nye on three new volumes of Scottish poetry
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