Horizon

'There are only trees on this winter scene
Their upward pointing leafless twigs are
Shrill with the calm of loveliness,
And the Sun laughs down, baleful, with a bleary smile.'

A book of poetry with imagery and concepts polished over a lifetime of intellectual inquiry. At 58 years old, it is Cavendish’s first collection of poetry and represents the start of his career rather than the end.