Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

Andrew McMillan

  • From ‘the garden sonnets’: three poems by Andrew McMillan

    From ‘the garden sonnets’: three poems by Andrew McMillan

        it’s hard at first to comprehend the sleeping man so horizontal all through the day so sleepy despite the hours spent seemingly at rest but like a meadow glimpsed from speeding train of course there are permanent convulsions beneath the topsoil of your matted hair love what horses are at work on you…