When the wind blows through a wood, its mass is cut and closed by every leaf, forming a train of jittery vortices in the air. Alice Oswald airblowclose Change image and share on social
Stripped of its plot, the 'Iliad' is a scattering of names and biographies of ordinary soldiers: men who trip over their shields, lose their courage or miss their wives. In addition to these, there is a cast of anonymous people: the farmers, walkers, mothers, neighbours who inhabit its similes. Alice Oswald additionanonymousbiography share on social
That is the best instruction you could ever give a poet: whether you're examining a bad line in a poem or a bad motive for action, keep well your repining - meaning, don't ignore the honest muttering in your head. Alice Oswald actionbadexamine share on social
I believe the poet shouldn't be in the poem at all except as a lens or as ears. Alice Oswald earlenspoem Change image and share on social
When I was 16, I was taught by a wonderful teacher who let me ignore the Greek syllabus and just read Homer. Alice Oswald greekhomerignore Change image and share on social
It's the stickiness of earth that makes it problematic - the way it stains your straps and ingrains your hands so you can't quite tell where you start and stop. Alice Oswald earthhandingrain Change image and share on social
There are times when the voice of repining is completely drowned out by various louder voices: the voice of government, the voice of taste, the voice of celebrity, the voice of the real world, the voice of fear and force, the voice of gossip. Alice Oswald celebritycompletelydrown share on social
I try not to invent; I try simply to translate the weird language of the natural world. And I'm not into absolute ownership of things. Alice Oswald absoluteinventlanguage Change image and share on social
One of the rules of Greek lament poetry is that it mustn't mention the dead by name in case of invoking a ghost. Maybe the 'Iliad,' crowded with names, is more than a poem. Maybe it's a dangerous piece of the brightness of both this world and the next. Alice Oswald brightnesscasecrowd share on social
Wind ought to be a verb or an adverb. It isn't really anything. It's a manner of movement of warmth and cold: a kind of information system of the air. Alice Oswald adverbaircold Change image and share on social