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Anthony Wilson

Dear Martin

I think it all started with 'That Morning in That Kitchen' in Tears in the Fence. Doubtless there had been others, but this was the one. That I was standing in my kitchen at the time no doubt helped. From there to The Gracing of Days, Denying England and a Hundred of Happiness. And the rest. 'Those books/ on those shelves, did you read them?' I did. And they gave me (give me) joy. That thing you said to Kenneth Koch about his poems making you want to be alive. That's it! When I read your poems I am glad to be alive. If you were Norwegian (or American) you'd be a household name. In my house, from the bookshelves to the kitchen to the garden shed you already are.

Thank you and long may you continue,

Anthony Wilson


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