Inspired, through his vast reading, by the poetic voices of the past, yet always speaking in a voice unmistakably his own, Clive James ineffably combines humor and great tragedy (but never solemnity) to create poems that are at once traditional yet engagingly fresh. With this coruscating work, James, swimming through cultural debris both high and low, dispenses with his reputation as a perennial court jester, establishing himself as a poet of enduring power and resonance. from "Angels Over Elsinore" How many angels knew who Hamlet was When they were summoned by Horatio? They probably showed up only because The roster said it was their turn to go. Another day, another Dane. Too bad, But while they sang their well-rehearsed lament They noticed his good looks. Too soon, too sad, This welcome home for what seemed heaven sent.
Literature-Fiction, Poetry, British,