Sunday 22 March 2009

Siriol Troup's Beneath the Rime

Siriol's a friend, so as with Claire's book, I'll post a poem in lieu of the review I can't give. 

Willow Pattern

Each afternoon he walks me ragged,
paths dusty with catkins, fleshy
and sulphurous, a tapenade of grief.

It's the same old story:
towers and crooked fences,
a waiting boat, le pont des suicides.
Even the birds are dropping.

We begin where we end.
These trees with their blue leaves
have survived beyond imagining.

Siriol Troup
Beneath the Rime (Shearsman, 2009)

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