is a sonnet by Peter Robinson, from his latest volume, The Returning Sky, published last year by Shearsman Books.
Gathering poems written in England after a period of 18 years working in Japan, the collection focuses a refreshed, penetrating vision on a far from idealised, sometimes un-homely, homeland. But here, late-capitalist corruption is almost on hold as the speaker looks out from the green spaces of Otterspool Promenade across a River Mersey irradiated with mid-February's almost-spring sunshine.
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Otterspool Prom by Peter Robinson
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