Hinterland: Caribbean Poetry from the West Indies and Britain is a 1989 poetry anthology edited by E. A. Markham. In a long introductory essay Markham writes
I wanted in this to identify and celebrate a broad range of aesthetic experience — those verbal, intellectual and musical constructs that both trap and release aspects of our particular history, geography, racial and social tension .
The book contains biographies and prose writing by and about the poets.
Read more about Hinterland: Caribbean Poetry From The West Indies And Britain: Poets Included in Hinterland
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