The name Peter Porter is not spoken with the reverent frequency it should be in his home country. Even his Wikipedia entry is sternly brusque and rather more concerned with the bibliography than the man.
But my goodness he can write poetry. If you’ve never read ‘An Angel in Blythburgh Church’ it’s possible that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You should. By which I mean you should read it, and then you’ll know what I’m talking about.
In the interim, check out this little peach: ‘Sex and the Over Forties’ Continue reading