Jeremy Reed’s volume of poetry, Bleecker Street, was published in 1980. He lives in London and has been awarded an Eric Gregory Award for 1982.
‘In the summer of the year 1792, the author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton ...’
Coleridge
At first, there was no cause for suspicion, the gentleman rooted in solitude had taken possession of a small farm, and rarely showed. We’d seen him walk the lane,
encumbered by a trunk, on arrival, a scholar, so we heard, and...
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