Although death, and its rituals, harmonises the poetry in Craig Raine's first-rate new collection, love and its pain traces a line of melody - love, like snow, "this transfiguration/ we never quite get over".
Fine elegies bookend How Snow Falls: first for the poet's mother, dying in a blizzard of diamond-sharp memories; and last for a lover, lost to Aids in 1995, restored to startling erotic life.
Erudition and allusiveness underpin hair-raising candour, comedy and a bracing economy.
This poetry hits you like a Siberian blast out of ice-blue skies.
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