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CREEPY, macabre, disdainful, Thomas Lovell Beddoes is one of the oddest figures in English poetry. Ezra Pound called him "the prince of Morticians", Graham Greene the "filibustering medical poet". "Dr Death" might be our contemporary moniker. He died in 1849 in a Basle hospital after taking a dose of curare, the Orinoco arrow-tip poison that was to become such a useful adjunct to general anaesthesia in our era. "I am food for what I am good for--worms", he wrote in his suicide note.
Cult references to Beddoes crop up in odd places like Dorothy Sayers' murder mystery Have His Carcase and Simon Raven's novel sequence Alms for Oblivion, though if he is known today ...