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Last Harvest brings together poems of place, poems on religion, poems on family and friendships, and poems that rebel against the passing of the years.
[…]
enough however here for mysteries,
times to get lost on, found again,
a different beauty, wilder, spread, bare and
always the past put there in stone to stay
"Guest has a way of making so much of what he writes read as though it is a stream of consciousness, fresh and idiosyncratic. He is an observer, a reporter who allows the reader the space to interpret - nothing is crammed down the throat - it can simply be read or, for the more adventurous, delved into to uncover the layers of meaning." -John Mingay, Stride (on Some Times)
"The publication of Harry Guest's Collected Poems (A Puzzling Harvest, 2002) was something of a revelation … [It] revealed that he had gone on developing, experimenting with forms, shunning popularity, performing very little, but continuing to search - in civilised cadences, with wit and genial authority - for a moral and spiritual centre." -John Greening, Times Literary Supplement
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Harry Guest was born in Penarth in 1932. He read Modern Languages at Cambridge and wrote a thesis on Mallarmé at the Sorbonne before beginning a career as a teacher in schools and universities in Japan and England. With his wife, Lynn, a historical novelist, he now lives in Exeter. His Collected Poems, A Puzzling Harvest, was published by Anvil in 2002. A further collection, Some Times, appeared in 2010, while a mixed volume of translations and original work, Comparisons & Conversions, appeared from Shearsman in 2008. His many other translations include a selected Victor Hugo (2002) and Post-War Japanese Poetry (Penguin, with Lynn Guest and Kajima Shôzô, 1972). He is also the author of three novels and a number of translations from French, German and Japanese.
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Last Harvest brings together poems of place, poems on religion, poems on family and friendships, and poems that rebel against the passing of the years. [...] enough however here for mysteries, times to get lost on, found again, a different beauty, wilder, spread, bare and always the past put there in stone to stay
