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3.0 out of 5 stars
Occasionally lovely, fundamentally safe, 6 Dec 2006
This is not a significant leap forward from The Brink, despite what the reviews are claiming. Nonetheless, Polley shows us again that he is one of the finest practitioners in the UK of faultlessly-formed pastoral poetry. He inherits from the edgier Don Paterson in this precision, as well as the equivalent Irish generation. But, as with The Brink, Little Gods owes its greatest debt to Ted Hughes. The problem with this particular inheritance is that Polley does not have the charge and power of Hughes. He continuously fails to invoke nature in a way that has the depth and magnetism which elevated Hughes to his spine-tingling best. If you like your poetry beautifully carved and comfortable, then Polley is your safest bet. But if you want the real thing, go and buy Ted Hughes' Crow, Wodwo, or Lupercal. This pales in comparison.