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For anyone who has ever felt that the weather isn't just a backdrop, but a character—or even an antagonist—in their life, Outside is a breath of sharp, clean air. At its core, Outside is a collection about borders. Ralphs, who grew up on the Isle of Wight and now lives in London, writes with the precision of a cartographer and the anxiety of a homeowner checking the locks. She constantly pits the safety of the hearth against the chaos of the heath.
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
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. For anyone who has ever felt that the
★★★★☆ (Essential reading for fans of eco-poetry and contemporary British verse) Have you read Outside ? Do you have a favorite poem about the weather? Let me know in the comments below. She constantly pits the safety of the hearth
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.