<p>&ldquo;<em>No Names Have Been Changed</em> Siriol Troup&rsquo;s third collection offers strong strange visions. Her poems assured and varied in technique are equally at home in ancient cities or on today&rsquo;s derelict coasts. She is a shrewd observer of times and trends: the Afghan coat the incense-burner&hellip; In her lines Meissen plates are set aside by violence; knives flash through Venice. But her poems are also strong in sympathy for the old lady requesting gin and tonic on her deathbed for the tenderness between a man and his &lsquo;beautiful collared dog&rsquo;. Troup&rsquo;s long knowledge of languages leads to a final gift to her readers: the wit freshness and variety of her translations and re-imaginings.&rdquo;&nbsp;&mdash;Alison Brackenbury&nbsp;</p>