Working-class poet’s major new collection. Rucksack. Consider this book of mine as if it were a rucksack containing what you might need if you were to step outside your door. There are poems heavily knitted as fishermen's jerseys in case you should find yourself all at sea. others are like handkerchiefs you can put in your pocket - some of these poems are commonplace as soap - you can stand under the shower with them. Some are casual as jandals - one or two have soles tough as tramping boots. I wrote them while walking down a road with bare feet.