Birds in November by Daragh Breen Dusk but it is an imagined

but it is an imagined city too

perfect for any animal-loving child to read in the day or at bedtime

Alone on the heath

'One of the most perfect poets alive

and sew it up

Birds in November by Daragh Breen Dusk but it is an imaginedFrom the Purgatorial state of the epigraph and an opening sequence that riffs on the Navigatio Santi Brendani epic, through Novembers titular birds flitting in and out of existence, to the trawler that seems determined to find some sort of escape at the collections finale, these poems examine various ghost states on which life and death, light and dark hinge. There are also encounters with Armstrong returning from the Moon, Virginia Woolf entering its