<p><b>WINNER OF THE FORWARD PRIZE BEST FIRST COLLECTION 2014</b><br><br><b>*PBS Recommendation 2014*</b><br><br><i><b>¿When I became a bird, Lord, nothing could not stop me¿¿</b><br></i><br>In <i>Black Country</i>, Liz Berry takes flight: to Wrens Nest, Gosty Hill, Tipton-on-Cut; to the places of home. The poems move from the magic of childhood ¿ bostin fittle at Nanny¿s, summers before school ¿ into deeper, darker territory: sensual love, enchanted weddings, and the promise of new life. <br><br>In Berry¿s hands, the ordinary is transformed: her characters shift shapes, her eye is unusual, her ear attuned to the sounds of the Black Country, with ¿vowels ferrous as nails, consonants / you could lick the coal from.¿ Ablaze with energy and full of the rich dialect of the West Midlands, this is an incandescent debut from a poet of dazzling talent and verve.</p>