Not everything I said I did

 

It is a book as ample as it is confident in its risk taking. From the wit of ‘Border Control’ (reminiscent of Richard Wilbur’s) through the movement and energy of the beautiful title poem, The Swerve ruminates on Tang poets and engages in conversations with Buson and Borges. Its mixed tones range from the bold assertions of ‘A Valediction’ (‘Goodbye, year, / we thought you’d never leave.’) and the positive note of this poem’s ending to the delicacy of ‘Threshold’ in which ‘Chen Zhongsen / is carving two Tang poems // on a single grey strand / of his wife’s hair’.

 

The remembered and the imagined are bound in a poem like ‘Ages’ while a ‘new’ vocabulary is incorporated in ‘Arrivals’ where ‘the language teeters, the fun begins’. This book confirms that Peter Sirr is one of our truest, bravest and most adventurous poets.