Friday poem: 'Willow'
By Katharine Towers
– a remedy for self-pity
Don’t think that I weep.
I’m practising drowning.
I’ll do it one leaf at a time,
a meticulous immersion.
The river rises and falls
and makes no difference –
water is always upon me
like a bad thought.
For all the good I have not done...
Forgive me, forgive me.
From The Remedies, the new collection from Katharine Towers, shortlisted for the 2016 T. S. Eliot Prize.
The T. S. Eliot Prize is awarded annually to the author of the best new collection of poetry published in the UK and Ireland. It is firmly established as the most valuable and prestigious prize in the UK for a new collection of poetry.
The 2016 prize will be awarded on Monday and we are delighted to have five Picador poets on the shortlist.
Read poems from all five of our nominated collections, from Rachael Boast, Ian Duhig, Jacob Polley, Denise Riley and Katharine Towers.
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