Leslie Tate

Author and Poet

24 August 2015

“An intensely sensual world. This is the first time I have read any of Leslie’s poetry, and it doesn’t disappoint. I liked very much the way the opening parts of his book have a white and silver theme. It made me think of walking through a garden at dusk. The woman’s world before meeting Leslie is devoid of colour and passion. In the later stages of the book, Leslie’s poetry becomes full of colour and life as he meets his lover. Leslie’s poetry is extremely visual and tactile. I was especially moved by the sequence entitled `When I stroke your head’ in which he outlines what her bare head makes him think of. At times the poetry is intensely erotic. The closing sequence comes back to reality with the lovers revisiting places with happy memories and lying together in their bedroom, wrapped in each other. I liked also the clarity of the poetry with every scene coming vividly to life. 4 out of 5 stars”

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