And shadows of thy sacrificial breathing fill the sky!
DIDCOT, thou bugger!
Thou teaser of the mind
And recollection-tugger! Thee I find
To replicate the days when I was small
What time my mother, sweet and kind,
The fragrant Friar’s Balsam did infuse.
She therewithal
A towel placed upon my head
And loving care did use
That pulmonary perils might not wake me with the dead.
DIDCOT! To one more
Soft eidolon thou steam’st ope mem’ry’s door…
For in thy hanging shrouds I view return
Far other blue-grey clouds;
My father’s pipe-smoke I in thee discern,
Companion true,
That followed him all days
And ways he ventured through this singing maze,
To take that turn
All entrants in their bafflement and grace may not eschew.
What links of tenderness are forged by thee,
DIDCOT, thou ever-burning core!
Insensate lover of the loves that flee!
Thou glade of past felicity,
Thy sap of electricity
Complicit in our veins for evermore!
Struggling anent the storm, thy children ghost the form
Of all our quickenings may ever be…
DIDCOT, thy billows pour,
Connatural, contiguous, familial as the sea!
Contents List
9 Metal
10 That Was the Summer
11 A Word from a Small Figure in a Strict Drawing
12 Lament for Stinie Morrison
13 The Plague Horses
14 A Travelling Song for Sam Johnson
15 Littlebredy
16 Ode to Didcot Power Station
18 Animula
19 Oratory
20 Watching the Wireless
21 There Was a Ship, Quoth He
22 The Year Nijinsky Won the Triple Crown
24 A Man of Mynton
26 Ornamental Waters
27 Birthday Poem for Vernon Scannell
29 Birthday Poem for Posy Simmonds
31 Birthday Poem for Gerda
TALKING TO THE WEEDS
34 Long Purples 1
34 Long Purples 2
35 Oxford Ragwort
37 Star of Bethlehem
38 Hedge Mustard
39 Rosebay Willowherb
40 Ivy
41 Large Bindweed
42 Hop
43 Honesty
44 Periwinkle
45 Germander Speedwell
46 Fat Hen
47 A Likeness
48 Alexanders
49 Cleavers
50 Notes to Talking to the Weeds
51 The Spiritus Loci Has Provided Vers Noir in Your Room
53 Beak
54 London Stars
55 The Walk of a Friend
57 Cold Harbor
58 Cranes in the Middle Distance
59 A Kite’s Dinner
60 Stabat Mater
62 Carol: When Man Anthropomorphic
64 Between Bangs: A Jig
65 Blemish
66 The Roller in the Woods
68 The Song of the Old Club Bag
69 As a Hiding Place from the Wind and a Covert from the Tempest
70 In Memory of a Jeweller
71 Ricole
72 Ode to Colonel Hearne
73 A Dedication Restored from 1860
74 Quilp Rock
A LISBON SHEAF
78 Ceremony
80 The English Connection
82 Tram Lines
84 Two Children
85 A Summit
86 Hero
88 On a Rood-Screen in Worstead, Norfolk
89 A Song of Surfaces
91 A Statue of Fernando Pessoa
93 Fado
95 Notes to A Lisbon Sheaf
Related Reviews
Reviews of Kit Wright's earlier work:
'Sublime… Kit Wright, one of the best poets writing in Britain today.' – Carol Ann Duffy, Guardian
'As a poet he simply has more bounce per ounce.' – Patricia Beer, TLS
'Funny and profoundly human.' – Christina Patterson, Sunday Times
'His poetry is profoundly English in its combining of jaunty rhythms, comic rhymes…with subject-matter that is frequently bleak, blackly funny, and grimly personal. Bereavement, breakdown, failure (particularly in love), the "tears and terrors" or the quiet desperation beneath the surfaces of ordinary English life, a recurring note of grief or sympathy for victims and underdogs – and a persistent strain of remorse and self-reproach… these are fairly constant in Wright's work, but so are the metrical ingenuity, the levity, and verbal panache.' – Alan Jenkins, Oxford Companion to Twentieth-Century Poetry
'He has formal virtuosity which is often comic; rumbustious, ribald, benign. But through all this work there is that poignancy, darkness, brush with despair which makes great comic work.' – Ruth Padel, Independent on Sunday