Anna Ralphs Outside Official

It is a slim volume, but like a hard frost, it leaves a lasting impression. Read it with a cup of tea, but don't be surprised if you find yourself pulling on your boots before you reach the last page.

There is a particular kind of magic in a book that makes you want to press your palm against a windowpane. Anna Ralphs’ debut poetry collection, Outside (Granta Poetry, 2016), does exactly that. It blurs the boundary between the climate-controlled comfort of ‘inside’ and the wild, breathing, often terrifying expanse of ‘outside’. anna ralphs outside

Ralphs captures that distinctly British obsession: the neurotic checking of the weather forecast. She writes not just about storms, but about the anticipation of storms; the low-pressure systems that hang over relationships and living rooms alike. The book is bookended by two of its strongest pieces. The titular poem, Outside , sets the tone with a sense of sublime dread. She describes the space beyond the window as a living entity: "Outside, the air is older / and knows things." It is a place of risk, but also of honesty. Inside, we lie to ourselves; Outside, the wind doesn't care about your feelings. It is a slim volume, but like a

It is a slim volume, but like a hard frost, it leaves a lasting impression. Read it with a cup of tea, but don't be surprised if you find yourself pulling on your boots before you reach the last page.

There is a particular kind of magic in a book that makes you want to press your palm against a windowpane. Anna Ralphs’ debut poetry collection, Outside (Granta Poetry, 2016), does exactly that. It blurs the boundary between the climate-controlled comfort of ‘inside’ and the wild, breathing, often terrifying expanse of ‘outside’.

Ralphs captures that distinctly British obsession: the neurotic checking of the weather forecast. She writes not just about storms, but about the anticipation of storms; the low-pressure systems that hang over relationships and living rooms alike. The book is bookended by two of its strongest pieces. The titular poem, Outside , sets the tone with a sense of sublime dread. She describes the space beyond the window as a living entity: "Outside, the air is older / and knows things." It is a place of risk, but also of honesty. Inside, we lie to ourselves; Outside, the wind doesn't care about your feelings.