COME DOWN is a bravura new collection from eminent UK poet, Fiona Sampson. Her publications include twenty-seven volumes of poetry, criticism and philosophy of language. Sampson has been shortlisted twice for both the T.S. Eliot Prize and the Forward Prizes.
Winner of the Naim Frasheri Laureateship of Albania and Macedonia
Winner of the European Lyric Atlas Prize
'Fiona Sampson's voice is something new and it's a delight to hear it . . . A joy to read' W. S. Merwin
Questions of humanity, of point of view, are at the heart of Fiona Sampson's new collection, Come Down.
Throughout, Sampson's poems shimmer between the human perspective and what is beyond - some larger, longer-term consciousness. Language runs and dances over the stuff of the human body and the material of the landscape. And yet, despite these radical perspective shifts, the collection keeps in sight, always, the human experience: the act of creation; the way in which childhood memory and family lore impinge on the present.
Come Down ends with a long, eponymous poem, which moves fluidly and brilliantly through different forms of memory.
Fiona Sampson's voice is something new and it's a delight to hear it . . . A joy to read
A very fine poet indeed . . . This perfect equilibrium between the numinous and the touchable is typical of Sampson's achievement - Guardian
The imagination is always at workk; demonstrating that curiosity is a form of passion - The Sunday Times
I am amazed at Fiona Sampson's ability to be metaphysical and visceral at once - to be savagely tender even, at times. Her image-making is entirely original, as is her diction; and she can elevate the ordinary and settle the elevated
Sensual, sharply intelligent, searching; these poems live on their own terms, in their own appointed ground . . . deeply musical, intellectually engaged and, most importantly, in love, not only with language, but also with the world we seek day by day
The most generous thing the poet can do is to give us vivid, piercing memories that become our experience . . . Here, dangerously and marvellously, [Fiona Sampson] comes close to revealing herself as a symbol
The passion surfaces in an elegiac, metaphysical flux . . . [Fiona Sampson] takes things apart, deconstructs them to set free the music inside