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- Herausgeber: Carcanet Poetry
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
The poems in this book form a series of small acts of attention, repeated attempts to step outside the circle of human concern and into a wider responsibility to the natural world. 'To move among / crashing pines / is spacious / and exact.' Yellow & Blue invites us to share the spaciousness of a book-length journey, an exacting clarity of perception.
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THOMAS A. CLARK
Yellow & Blue
Contents
Yellow & Blue
on a morning early
when no one
is around
the scree slope
tumbles into
the green lochan
it happens
casually
in the light
available
on a path
that leads
away from it
the truthful ones
the sea-rocks
the skerries
rise from rough waters
into veracity
breaker of boats
skerry of the sea-bent
skerry of the dulse
the yellow skerry
skerry of the strife
to name the rocks
is to navigate
successfully among them
the sparkling skerries
skerry of the anchor
skerry of the deer
landing place of the swan
a tantrum or gale
threw rocks at the gable
tore out the garden
that sat above the sea
in lovely ferocity
poured over breakwaters
piled up plastic
against the blue door
it is a new place
this morning strange
in a light that knows
nothing of the old place
that stood intact
on a bright morning
before the storm
on rocks by the shore
a sheepdog is barking
to round up the waves
but the silly waves
break
speed of the running wave
composure of the standing wave
wit of the rippling wave
delight of the breaking wave
in a wilderness
or bewilderment
of sandwort
and bladder-wrack
small shell place
sheltered
lying back
in the marram grass
out of the wind
listening to the wind
one degree of separation
delivers the sound
there is nowhere to go
there is nothing to do
what would it be
to go somewhere
to do something
who would it be
cumulus nimbus stratus
sandstone basalt granite
it appears the moment
it is mentioned
the hill of bog-cotton
appears and disappears
the residue
of the dissolution
of being
together
huddles
in desolation
by a lonely shore
anything added
may be subtracted
forms half remembered
drift and snag
on jagged
truncated forms
quickly redescribed
when clouds lift
from misty poetry
to see
is to be enlarged
by a faculty
the peeling
birch bark
has a radiant
fringe of light
kitchen midden refuse
ashes bones limpet shells
fragments of pottery
a bit of pumice
a nodule of flint
the hilt with crossguard
of a much-corroded sword
on the cliff edge
the remnant of a net
has blown to cling
to a teasel head
torn blue windflower
flowering gorse bush
leaning over
towards the sea
as if its growth
were towards completion
of yellow in blue
as leaves have grown
back on branches
songs have come
among the leaves
a gathering
in the young
whitebeam
when one thing is tied
loosely to another
