Stephen Edgar, poet

Found and bought this book recently. (Heinemann, 1995)

The bio inside says:

'Stephen Edgar was born in in Sydney in 1951. After working in London for three years, he moved in 1974 to Hobart where he has lived since. For most of the past twenty years he has worked in libraries, though other jobs included psychiatric nursing and insurance; he is now a freelance editor and proofreader. Between 1989 and 1994 he was poetry editor of the literary quarterly Island.

From 'The Secret Life of Books'

They have their stratagems too, though they can't move.
They know their parts.
Like invalids long reconciled
To stillness, they do their work through others.
They have turned the world
To their own account by the twisting of hearts.

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From 'Reflexions in the Face of Newton's Clock'

Each visit the shed's tilt is more pronounced,
The rust that binds the wires is more encrusted,
Each time the lapsing fence more thickly flounced
With blackberries, the sag
Of the cottage ceiling less to be trusted.
the clichés start to nag,
Setting up their din
Like starlings' tuneless infestation in
The bush, its widening range.
The years, these are the years, so you begin:
Time passes and things change.

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Extracts from Edgar's work are used without permission, because I admire them.
Come and get me.

David Gaunt may be able to tell us more about what Stephen Edgar is up to these days.

SDG