I have lost one of my favourite poems, Climbing Tintagel, which I think is by Vicki Feaver. I read it in a library book that had works by three (women) poets many years ago. I can't find it online even though I remember many of the lines more-or-less accurately... something like this (line breaks omitted as I don't recall them):
Ghosts don't exist, you said, except as legends in our head. But if they did, and we could choose a haunting place, we wouldn't moon about in graveyards, or return to clank around our enemies. We'd go back to where We once were happiest, following Arthur and his queen up cliff and crag [...]
Where can I find this poem?
