![](https://londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/media/cache/resolve/300_filter/images/5/5/4/9/4179455-1-eng-GB/ruin%20blossom.jpg?resolver=aws_s3_resolver 300w, https://www.londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/storage/400_filter/images/5/5/4/9/4179455-1-eng-GB/ruin%20blossom.jpg 400w, https://www.londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/storage/800_filter/images/5/5/4/9/4179455-1-eng-GB/ruin%20blossom.jpg 800w, https://www.londonreviewbookshop.co.uk/storage/1200_filter/images/5/5/4/9/4179455-1-eng-GB/ruin%20blossom.jpg 1200w)
Ruin, Blossom
John Burnside
We send all orders via Royal Mail: within the UK, choose from 1st Class, 2nd Class or Special Delivery; for the rest of the world, International Standard or International Tracked. Delivery and packaging charges are calculated automatically at the checkout.
To collect orders in person from the Bookshop, choose Click and Collect at the checkout.
From the publisher
A remarkable new collection exploring ageing, mortality and environmental destruction - from our finest Scottish lyric poet
**WINNER OF THE DAVID COHEN PRIZE FOR LITERATURE 2023**
'By far the best British poet alive' SPECTATOR
'A master of language' HILARY MANTEL
In this powerful, moving new book, John Burnside takes his cue from Schiller, who recognised that, as one thing fades, so another flourishes: everywhere and always, in matters great and small, new life blossoms amongst the ruins.
Here, in poems that explore ageing, mortality, environmental destruction and mental illness, Burnside not only mourns what is lost in passing, but also celebrates the new, and sometimes unexpected, forms that emerge from such losses. An elegy for a dead lover ends with a quiet recognition of everyday beauty – first sun streaming through the trees … a skylark in the near field, flush with song – as the speaker emerges from lockdown after a long illness.
Throughout, the poet attends to the quality of grace – numinous, exquisite, fleeting as an angel’s wing – and the broken tryst between humankind and its spiritual and animal elements, even with itself: the gaunt deer on the roads/like refugees. He acknowledges the inevitability of the fading towards death, but still finds chimes of light in the darkness – insisting that, here and now, even in decline, the world, when given its due attention, is all Annunciation.