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Dusk To Poets 3 Letters – Combining rich verse with a grand scene, these poems follow in the footsteps of some of our greatest poets, from William Blake to Charles Ann Duffy.

Y ou may walk briskly along the lonely cliffs, declaiming in a loud Tennysonian voice, “ever wandering with a hungry heart,” or you may mingle High Holborn, thinking of Celia with “nothing,” like Adrian Mitchell. The poetry of degrees takes several forms: some places require epic stanzas; others answer from Limerick. You can walk for a few minutes or a week. The thing is that walking with poetry is great fun. Perhaps rhythm is the thing: our language must be found and sharpened by walking miles. For at the same time as we walked long distances and wanted to remember our journeys, poetry probably began to be used as a mnemonic of navigation. Walking lends itself perfectly to learning and reciting lines, which kids are good at and enjoy. John Cooper Clarke said to learn 12 lines and what they mean to him 30 years later (he also said “I hate walking”, but I’ll get over that). If the journey is ready, fine. Some of these have 10 suggestions, others existing paths, but they all share the link between the landscape and the poet.

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There are many poetry walks available (try Simon Armitage’s excellent Stanza Stones around the Pennine Way), but too few dedicated to female poets. Is it time for the Stevie Smith Trail in North London, or the Barrett Browning Trail around Ledbury? The following are walkthroughs of a collection of notes that are ready to roll, best done with headphones and audio links to songs where possible. Spotify has these poems from all of these selections, sometimes read by the poets themselves. Other sources can also be found online.

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The best poetry walks match an excellent verse, a superb scene and a good track, but there is an extra element that helps too: historical resonance. The 400th anniversary of the Pendle witch trials in 1612 was the perfect excuse to design this 48-mile hike across Lancashire from Sabden via Pendle Hill and the Forest of Bowland to Lancaster. En route, Duffy’s atmospheric poem is listed in 10 posts.

Arriving at Lancaster, the castle where the witches were tried, they then walked half a mile to the Golden Lion pub, where the unfortunate wretches had their last drop of drink. Finally, head up to Golgotha on Moor Lane where they were hanged.

Stay: YHA Slaidburn (dorm bed £25, doubles £69 room only) is a good base for sections of the Forest of Bowland.

Few poets have drawn their colors (black in this case) so firmly into one place as John Cooper Clarke. Salford’s voice is often fixed with grim, witty contempt. By train to Clifton, north-west of Manchester, follow the Salford Road for a long distance, to overlook the road south along the banks of the River Irwell to Salford Quays. The great heel of Cheetham Street. This country has all the heels of Cuban Cooper Clarke. He grew up on the corner of Bury New Road. The second school was here: “It was pretty tough,” he once said. “We had our crowner.” Take a right and another down Field Street, the anointed star of the Beato-Vote song (and its gentrification-skewering follow-up to Beasley Boulevard). In the Quays cafe, sit and look at other local students: Lemn Sissay, JB Barrington, Longfella and Mike Garry. Then go to the art gallery and see how Lawrence Stephen Lowry painted John Cooper Clarke in his portraits.

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Stay: Salford Quays is all tied up in front of the hotel: better to walk into Manchester for the YHA (bed £30 to sleep, private en suite from 40 rooms only)

The great Irish poet was born near Bellaghy, a few miles from the shores of Long Beg. With the Seamus Heaney HomePlace center in the village as a starting point, head down to the Poet’s Coffee Corner and right past Bellaghy Bawn where there is a statue, Turfman, inspired by Heaney’s poem Digging. From there it’s half a mile to Lough Beg where it takes you along the beach. In the summer, when the foot is dry, you can go out to the Island Church, held by St. Patrick on the way down the River Bann, and mentioned in Heaney’s poem The Strand at Lough Beg. Download the Seamus Heaney HomePlace app and listen to songs on your walk.

Morning: There is one place for Heaney fans: Laurel Villa in Magherafelt (doubles £95 B&B). Heaney Tours £95

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Few poets pass into the august ranks of those who are forbidden, but Lawrence does. His collection of Pansies

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It had been seized by Scotland Yard in 1929 and privately printed after it had been fraudulently crossed into Britain. His best poetry is about nature, but not often in the British genre: Hummingbird, Magpie and Snake are strangely read on a walk around Eastwood, Lawrence’s home town, but at least you have to wonder, in awe, how these redbrick streets spit out. both shiny and shiny slime.

The beginning of each walk is the DH Lawrence Birthplace Museum in the center, going to various houses, in. A six-star in the Sun Inn is a worthy literary object, as the pub appears in Sons and Lovers and Lady Chatterley in Love. A two-mile stretch takes you into High Park Wood next to Moorgreen Conservatory, a walk Lawrence made several times with his friend Jessie Chambers, who lived at Haggs Farm.

Eat and drink: The Sun Inn (doubles from £60 room only) is around the corner from the DH Lawrence Museum

Philip Larkin is inextricably linked with the city of Hull, “this sad dump, the dirty tail in the East Riding”. Some, no doubt, harsh criticism remains true, but Hull has changed a lot since Larkin’s day (he lived there from 1955 until his death in 1985, and slowly shook off the Vandal legacy, first from the Luftwaffe, then from his planning department. because there is nowhere on the road,” said Larkin.

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Starting at the statue of the poet in the railway station, then in the royal station near the Hotel bar, a luxury store. From there we walk towards the east towards the city, memorably mentioned in his poem

Passing many magnificent buildings, including the Ferens Art Gallery – a must visit – before entering the superb old town with its famous high street, Green Ginger Land, and some of Larkin’s most famous pubs. The trail ends at Cottingham Cemetery, where Larkin is buried.

This Gloucester village is today best known for Bishop Stinking’s cheese, but it was once home to a host of famous poetic geniuses. Edward Thomas, Rupert Brooke, and Robert Frost all stayed here before the First World War in the country’s bucolic years, and the poets Wilfrid Gibson and Lascelles Abercrombie were both local residents. Frost and Thomas often walked together, and Thomas’ indecision about which road to take inspired Frost to write The Road Not Taken.

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Walk: The Daffodil Way and Iter 1 and 2 are about eight thousand poets; map: OS Landranger 149 and 162

Eat and drink: The Beauchamp Arms (in Dymock) is a lovely pub, but has no rooms; Three Choir Vineyards, two miles from Dymock, has guest houses and rooms (double rooms from £165 only) in a glorious setting.

Take the traveler, you got rid of the old dear, you never thought how to sharpen your bow and coin? But the town of Berkshire has no Betjeman, perhaps still suffering from one of the greatest muggings in English literature. You go to Cornwall to the Betjeman trail, across the River Camel estuary from Padstow, where the poet laureate lived for the last decade of his life, spending his childhood summers here as well.

They start at the Rock (where Padstow land) and walk north along the South West Coast Path to Daymer Bay, surrounded by “sand in a sandwich, wasps in a tea tree”, then a loop to St. Enodoc’s Church where Betjeman is buried. golf club links to immortality in poems such as Hon. Sec. and on the shore of Golf: The song of the lark, and the bridge sounds in the air, And splendor, splendor everywhere. There is much to enjoy along the way, from the sandy SSSI to the bronze age burial mounds, and it is said to have been visited by Saint Jesus.