![]() ![]() It’s more than two years since he left hospital after a near-lethal battle with Covid. He is tall and lanky when he sits down at his desk it is like watching a long piece of paper fold itself into creases. Rosen is the author of 140 books of poetry and prose, and is our former Children’s Laureate. ![]() Rosen says, plainly, “It’s a bit creaky.” ![]() When I sit down, the chair groans under my weight, and I become scared to move in case it gives way. Then a mischievous grin appears, as though he knows what is about to happen. Rosen describes it as a “captain’s armchair” and seems satisfied. I choose the only seat he isn’t about to occupy himself, something wooden and old and half-covered by a coat. “Where would you like to sit?” he goes on. S o, this is my little den,” the poet Michael Rosen says, showing me into his north London office. ![]()
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