My relationship with poetry feels like my relationship with air. It’s always been there and has always been essential. I rarely discuss poetry, but like air it is always around me: I’m always using it, leaning on it, depending on it. It took me a while to realise, when growing up, that the Mabel Lucie Attwell poem framed above my grandmother’s

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