Robyn Bolam has recently brought out New Wings, an anthology of poems representing work she has written over the last three decades. It is a compelling collection revealing both a fine sensitivity to the exacting demands of poetic form and a broad set of animating preoccupations. Two of her enduring themes are the epic power of Nature and the poignancy of love. At the very heart of her work lies the hope of renewal and transformation.
Cacti and Love
I knew the desert without driving to it:
the road went straight through my forehead.
Fat branch stumps of Joshua ...
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