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From 'PROMISCUOUS EMPATHY': THE POETRY OF ANNA ADAMS
Anna Adams has never bothered to climb on any of the bandwagons that were going. Consequently she has been largely ignored by the poetry establishment. So far as I am aware none of her poems have won major prizes and she has never received any awards. She has been missed out of most of the anthologies that matter. She has quietly gone on creating small but significant artefacts in a traditional style over a period of thirty years, building up a body of work that looks increasingly likely to last. She has, however, been quite lucky in terms of publishing history: eight full-length collections, five of which are from Peterloo Poets - Harry Chambers was quick to recognise her talent, and has stood by her since 1979.
The qualities that mark Adams' work are easily enumerated: forthrightness, humour, close observation both of nature and human characteristics, above all clarity, and this extends to argument, diction and form. She has all the qualities that could make her widely popular.
Adams was from the first a ceramicist and artist, and also taught art for a while, which accounts for her highly developed visual imagination. Her verse autobiography A Reply to Intercepted Mail , which was her first published book, only tells readers what she wants them to know: she is not a confessional poet. So, though the poem tells us that it was a serious illness that started her writing, she nowhere states that it was cancer. This she revealed only in an article in Orbis in 1985. There is a very potent image in the poem, and one which recurs in her writings. She is lying in bed in hospital in 1960 when:
I dreamed that on my cottage window-sill
there crawled a captive Brimstone Butterfly
that battered at the room's impervious eye
with frantic wings, to reach the sun outside,
while all the time the door stood open wide.
She interprets this to mean that her spirit demands release through the word, and determines that if she recovers she will devote the major part of her energies to exploring her response to the natural world through writing. Out of a destructive force comes a creative one.
( From The North 37, 2005)
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