of such word-carried, world-wearied sadness that you accept their truth while simultaneously believing in their fictive grace. Truth and beauty: those dissimulators. Motion used to be their master. But in poem-sequences such as "Gospel Stories", "Whale Music", "A Glass Child" and "The Death of Francesco Borromini", he is now--in his late style--humble before them. He has served his term.
Is the music of his poetry as finely judged as the tone?
from The Guardian: The Customs House by Andrew Motion--review
then Raidió Teilifís Éireann: The Customs House by Andrew Motion
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