In this week’s Dispatches from The Secret Library, Dr Oliver Tearle salutes a fine twentieth-century poet
At Loughborough University where I have my day job, I teach a final-year undergraduate module on twentieth-century poetry. The 12-week semester allows for some marginal non-canonical figures such as the radically daring Hope Mirrlees, but if you’re going to cover the major movements and figures, whether it’s Eliot, Larkin, Plath, or Hughes, there’s only so far you can wander off the beaten track. Yet I’m always on the lookout for twentieth-century poets whose names, let alone poems, my students are unlikely to have heard of. Poets whose work, despite its relative obscurity, conveys something, in such a way, that it commands our attention and respect. Roy Fuller is one such poet.