"Brackenbury employs the seemingly simple English ballad (invented, more or less, by Wordsworth, and later favoured by the likes of Auden and Edward Thomas) to grapple with knotty modernity - a clash of form and content that carries the risk of wistfulness but, at its most effective, throws up compelling antitheses: "The robin brushes me at dusk / Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. / His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet. / I hear him singing in the dark." from 'Edward Thomas' Daughter'"
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