Here’s my first review, of Sue Wootton’s The Yield, which begins:
‘In attempting to describe The Yield and my response to it, I found myself referring again and again to the poem Lingua incognita, which is quoted on the back of the book and is, if I was pushed to name it, probably my favourite poem in the collection.
Some words dwell in the bone, as yet
Down in the bone the word-strands glimmer and ascend
often disordered, often in dreams,
bone-knowledge beating a path through the body to the throat
labouring to enter the alphabet.
and sometimes the only word to assemble in the throat is Yes
and sometimes the only word to assemble in the throat is No.’