These are poems of maturity, enriched by a lifetime of reading and
observing, and written in a variety of forms and metres. They record and
celebrate places the poet visited in the course of a single year,
ranging from Arctic Norway to Ravenna and from the moors of Lancashire
to the Hebrides, people he met or avoided meeting, thoughts that lodged,
often irritatingly, in his mind. They do so, for the most part, with wry
amusement and detachment, sometimes with anger, always with gratitude
for the fact of being alive. They are best treated as occasional
stimulating company, read two or three at a time.