Anna Adams was one of the ten finalists in the 1977 Cheltenham Festival of Literature Poetry Competition. Her poems have appeared in P.E.N. and Arts Council Anthologies and have been broadcast on the BBC Closedown programme. In 1978 she was awarded a Yorkshire Arts bursary. She is married to the painter Norman Adams, who designed the cover of this volume.
Excuse this letter from a world you left so lately, but you may have sympathy with one who imitates the way you briefed Lord Byron on the twentieth century from Iceland; for my importunity is not unique, though forty years have fled since you accosted Byron, also dead;
but whether less or more so, who can say? Are there degrees of deadlines? Do years lie like leaves over the dead, in the same way as sediment is laid down in the sea, so you will never pierce the boundary that time has stacked between you, never meet and talk with Byron in Elysian street?
Or are times walls and fences all removed by death’s great gale, till centuries collapse, and prisioned generations who have lived in separate enclosures, dead-end traps in history’s maze, are loosed - to dance, perhaps- on that great plain whose unmapped latitude I dare not name, for fear of platitude?