Time Begins to Hurt by Pippa Little Wendy Cope These poems are a hymn

These poems are a hymn to being alive in the twenty-first century - the frailties and vigour of life in all its dazzling form

as the narrator is led on a Dantean journey through sorrow to redemption by his vanished beloved

Charles Causley

like the hotel manager

Kristín Ómarsdóttir’s work resists the sweet

Time Begins to Hurt by Pippa Little Wendy Cope These poems are a hymn"The world of Little's poems is a dark one, for sure, where "the harm the damage" we humans inflict on the environment, on one another is rendered unflinchingly. Her poems about family, for instance, make it clear that 'social distancing' is not just a phenomenon of the past two years. Love is present too, often inextricably bound up with the pain it can cause ("I keep loving you like an old bruise still tender") but expressed in such rich and