Ondaatje has returned to poetry, ruminating on sliding doors moments in life, as those torn lines remind us / how to recall.
Clarke's skill lies in using simple language to record moments of great beauty, no less lovely for sometimes being familiar.
Muldoon is in a playful mode, buttressed by long sonnet sequences, and creates sense and nonsense through unexpected rhyme.
Kay's collection weighs loss against the joy of protest marches, celebrating collective power and themes of social change.
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