Waiting for the Past
Black Inc., $24.99 hb, 81 pp, 9781863957137
My first reaction on picking up Les Murray’s new collection, Waiting for the Past, was to note how handsomely produced it is, in hardback – a rare privilege for any book of poetry these days. The jacket image, a drawing of the portico of a stately house, in sepia tones, will be taken up later in one of the poems. A photograph of the author, also washed in sepia, occupies the back cover. Sepia is a virtual synonym for the past, and the intimations of lost time suggested by it, and by the title, are borne out in at least one strand of the book’s concerns.