An endearing poetic typo in my old paper in last Saturday's Guardian Review. In Michael Symmons Roberts's Soul Song the line "her thighs on his, calf to calf" was printed as "her things on his, calf to calf". I rather prefer the printed version, although here is the correct one: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2013/may/10/soul-song-michael-symmons-roberts

Tsk, tsk - sounds like they must be missing a good editor ;)

Within the context of the poem I am imagining her things on his...

So much depends upon her things, resting on his...

Are you sure calves were the only livestock in that song?

Ha ha, no livestock, but can you imagine?!