Pilgrimage Chaucer caught me up a month before my birth, sent a signal through the amniotic soup to cue my DNA: remember, pilgrimage is part of your green heritage. I dropped to earth with boots and stick a faint prophetic sign, advancing Zechariah’s promise to those aged Jews. Then Bunyan

A Nation Dismembered A poet is compelled to write, even if only a grey sparrow. And my feathers will be whirling down, with ink dripping from the ste Árpád Farkas, ‘Open Skies’, 1991 This selection of work* by thirty-seven Hungarian poets, stretching from 1918 to the year 2000, was based on