poet Don Paterson

Don Paterson

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Don Paterson is a Scottish poet, writer and musician.

on Paterson was born in Dundee. He won an Eric Gregory Award in 1990 and his poem A Private Bottling won the Arvon Foundation International Poetry Competition in 1993. He was included on the list of 20 poets chosen for the Poetry Society's 'New Generation Poets' promotion in 1994. In 2002 he was awarded a Scottish Arts Council Creative Scotland Award.

His first collection of poetry, Nil Nil (1993), won the Forward Poetry Prize for Best First Collection. God's Gift to Women (1997) won the T. S. Eliot Prize and the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize. The Eyes, adaptations of the work of Spanish poet Antonio Machado ... more »

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  • Bill Bruehl (5/18/2020 1:24:00 PM)

    The poem etitled Poetry resonates with an ineffable ringing truth applicable to the finest of all art. Thank you for the insight.

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  • Romilly Hagan (10/17/2012 5:25:00 AM)

    info required about poem (The Ferrymans Arms) by don paterson

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  • Nancy Caldwell (3/16/2012 5:21:00 PM)

    I just read a poem of his in the New Yorker. Wow!

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  • Jason Minihane (1/21/2009 5:24:00 PM)

    No comments on Mr Paterson? ! ? ! ? ! Read this mans aphorisms, he can say more in a couple ot sentences than most people can say in a lifetime of poetry. an inspiring poet and a true genius.

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Best Poem of Don Paterson

The Thread

Jamie made his landing in the world
so hard he ploughed straight back into the earth.
They caught him by the thread of his one breath
and pulled him up. They don't know how it held.
And so today I thank what higher will
brought us to here, to you and me and Russ,
the great twin-engined swaying wingspan of us
roaring down the back of Kirrie Hill

and your two-year-old lungs somehow out-revving
every engine in the universe.
All that trouble just to turn up dead
was all I thought that long week. Now the thread
is holding all of us: look at our tiny ...

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