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Apples My garden tree weighed down by apple moons. The crisp satellites bloom in space polished reddish-green, chosen fruits, soft as the roof of your mouth (touch it with your tongue). My apples mimic the Grain Moon, the Lynx Moon. Each side of apple bears a haunted face like the Corleck Head. The apples hang mob-heavy in their waxing flesh…

Durs Grünbein was born in Dresden in 1962, and now lives in Berlin and Rome. Since 2005, he has been a professor of poetics and aesthetics at the Kunstakademie, Düsseldorf. One of Germany’s most celeb...

How deep we sink when the light goes out and the heaviness falls from our shoulders.   Like that the armour that fell from the weary knight, who’d fought so long in the da...

The American poet, now 93, has carved out a place as one of her generation’s most admired writers

Michael Berkeley's guest is the poet Imtiaz Dharker.