Resources on poetry by the poets themselves

Gillian Clarke's Journal

Heatwave: June-July 2006

It must be the midsummer heatwave, the hottest, driest summer in Britain for a generation, but I find myself reflecting on joy, and its opposite, the stone in the heart.
by Gillian Clarke.

April - May 2006

“The swallows are here. They arrived before Easter, the very pair, we must assume, that nested here last year, raising three broods of young on the same beam in our barn.”
by Gillian Clarke.

A White Page: January - April 2006

“Snow in April. Blossom on the blackthorn - first petals on leafless hedges. A fizz of curdled frogspawn in the pond; lambs; wool caught on old brambles.”
by Gillian Clarke.

A White Page: January - April 2006

“Snow in April. Blossom on the blackthorn - first petals on leafless hedges. A fizz of curdled frogspawn in the pond; lambs; wool caught on old brambles.”
by Gillian Clarke.

WINTER: November - December 2005

“I’ve been reading about stone. I’m amazed all over again to be reminded that, apart from water, it is wind that wears stone away.”
by Gillian Clarke.

October 2005

“October, and in between marigold days, autumn has been taking itself apart. Every dawn there is more sky, and fewer leaves....”
by Gillian Clarke.

August - September 2005

“Kites falling on flesh. Out of a blue sky, one by one, coming in from all points over the mountains...”
by Gillian Clarke.

Finding Gold

The Reading and Writing Life of a Family
by Gillian Clarke.

A Local Habitation and a Name

Banc Sion Cwilt
by Gillian Clarke.

Cardiff

“War. Radios. The sea. A fox. Stone animals on a castle wall. I can’t say what came first...”
by Gillian Clarke.