This is the first collection of poetry on the list. I seem to remember reading it at Uni and recall something about how swans mate for life. But returning to this poem and the others in this collection 30 years later (cough splutter) it makes sense that my 17 year old self wouldn't be so interested in the reflections of ageing. These are beautiful poems about ageing, nostalgia and sentiment. Again, a few tissues for the misty eyes for this dying duck in a thunder story.
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