as the nurse waves him away, "I parted the tweed to show her/what I had going on underneath./Unfashionable, but striking nonetheless:/my chest undone like some rare waistcoat,/with that lace-up front--a black échelle--/its red, wet look leatherette,/those fancy, flapping lapels".The collection is structured around four versions from Ovid, describing the dwellings of the personifications of Famine, Envy, Sleep and Rumour, and four from Nonnus.
from The Scotsman: Book review: Hill Of Doors by Robin Robertson
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