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Harsent & Stevenson 12 July


Venue: Lauderdale House, Waterlow Park, Highgate Hill, London N6 5HG
Ph: 020-8348 8716
Time: 8pm; Tickets £5.00 (Concessions: £3.00)

12 July 2012: David Harsent, Anne Stevenson

David Harsent has published ten volumes of poetry. Legion, won the Forward Prize for best collection 2005 and was shortlisted for both the Whitbread Award and the T.S. Eliot Prize. His Selected Poems, published in June 2007, was shortlisted for the Griffin International Poetry Prize. A new collection—Night—was published in January 2011. It is the Poetry Book Society Choice for the Spring, and was shortlisted for the Forward Prize, the Costa Poetry Prize and the T.S. Eliot Award. He is currently working on English versions of poems by Yannis Ritsos. Harsent’s collaborations with composers, most often with Harrison Birtwistle, have been performed widely. He is Visiting Professor at Hallam University, Sheffield and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature.

Anne Stevenson, born in England of American parents, grew up in the United States. Her many books of poems include Correspondences (1974), The Fiction-Makers (1985), Stone Milk (Bloodaxe, 2007), and Poems 1955–2005 (Bloodaxe, 2006). She is also the author of Bitter Fame, A Life of Sylvia Plath (Penguin, 1990), and of Five Looks at Elizabeth Bishop (Bloodaxe, 2006). In 2002, she was the inaugural recipient of Britain’s Northern Rock Writers Award. Other prizes include The Neglected Masters Award from the Poetry Foundation of America, the Lannan Life Achievement Award (2007) and the Aiken Taylor Award (2007) from the University of the South. Her Selected Poems, with an introduction by Andrew Motion, was published as part of the American Poets Project by The Library of America in 2008.

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Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

Anne Stevenson used to be a friend of my father's and was a regular visitor to our family home during the 1970s.

Best wishes from Simon

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