Anna Robinson's first full collection, The Finders of London, introduces a compelling new voice in poetry. Her poems, set in and around the centre of London, depict a capital both familiar and alien, peopled with figures contemporary and historical: from the residents of present-day Lambeth, to the victims of Jack the Ripper, and to those whose spirits are still embedded in the reflections of a plate-glass office window, in the earth beneath the author's feet, or in the flotsam washed up on the Thames beach. It's these working-class voices that lend strength to Robinson's own, and with it she mythologizes, catalogues and searches for the anima and animus of this multi-natured city. The river Thames is never far away, its foreshore the setting for the long poem that provides the book's title: The Finders of London, part-chronicle, part-modern fairytale, caked in mud, it challenges the morality of its Victorian counterparts while telling a simple and elegant tale of the toshers and the river they live and work under.