Babel and Morgan

Some beautiful writing from Isaac Babel:

The freedom round me has lain down in the fields, the grass rustles all over the world, the heavens swing about above me like a concertina with many keyboards, and the heavens in the province of Stavropol, my lads, are very blue.

Meanwhile there comes the news that Edwin Morgan has died – a poet whose work I know disgracefully little. Must read more. Always, must read more.