THE CANDLELIGHT MASTER

I cant bear the thought of a world without Michael Longley, yet his poetry keeps hurtling towards that fact more and more urgently as it stretches in an unflinching way beyond comfort or certainty. So wrote Maria Johnston, reviewing Longleys previous book Ange l Hill. Yet The Candlelight Master does not only face into shadows. The title poem sums up the chiaroscuro of this collection, named after a mysterious Baroque painter. Other poems about painters Matisse, Bonnard imply that age makes the quest for artistic per fection all th...[Read more]