Fleur Adcock writes with irony and laconic wit about almost every aspect of life, from birth to death, sex and politics. She is an entertaining and accessible poet, good for the poetry novice as well as the afficionado.
Extract
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not
feeling a trespassing tongue forced into
one's mouth, one's breath smothered,
nipples crushed against the ribcage, and
that metallic tingling in the chin set off by
a certain odd nerve...
