By MICHAEL CAINES
How many ages does a poetry magazine have? Seven would surely be too pat, an Aristotelian three – youth, prime, old age – too simplistic. The longest-lived are not necessarily the best. Poetry Review, for example, since its founding in 1912, has tended to waver in the face of experimentalism. Its longest-serving editor, Galloway Kyle, kept it going through the Second World War by taking it in a patriotic, sales-boosting direction. To a younger man, Derek Stanford, it appeared to be “rather like an old folks' home for retired Georgian poets”.
Yes, some poetry magazines are born great; some achieve – but perhaps I shouldn’t be mixing my Shakespeare allusions . . . .