gloves, boots, pale grey-blue greatcoat, attitude –
did its work. For Lance-Corporal (signals) Fisher W., Royal
Fusiliers, it would be the most splendid figure of a man
he’d ever see.
Battered, the cathedral at Reims went some way
towards making up for the soldiery of France
neither stoical nor sanitary.
Then on sunny days
the pleasure of making the sharp flashes of his heliograph
go skittering over the filth for miles.
*
Sky Work
Still suspecting there may be nothing more to itself
than optical tricks and water vapour
it works even harder to be remembered,
colouring its sunsets with particles
from all the barbecues and crematoria of the North.
For me in particular it carves itself alive
into oblongs and squares that stretch
to fit windows exactly; also
freak polyhedrons glimpsed
from doorways and stairwells. Without
feelings of its own it labours to match
whatever moods may float up: the blue
for unbearable bliss; caverns miles deep
in cumulus cities for fortune; limitless grey
for when there’s nothing for it but to settle
for a day with indifference for company.
It won’t rest.
*
1941
Too early in his career for Merleau-Ponty
to have appeared on the syllabus of Wattville Road
Junior Elementary School as I was leaving it
with the bomb-shot windows hanging loose
and the useful part of my education completed
And in any case French Thought
stood not a chance so soon after the Fall.
A matter of waiting a few years once again
for English Blake to uncoil.
*
While There’s Still Time
While there’s still time to make dispositions
I want it put about that when I come back
it won’t be, as you might have been supposing,
as a cat or a capybara. No: I shall return
in the form of a nut-brown silver-banded
bassoon. If I’m in the care
of a woman with good lungs and long smooth arms
so much the better. I’m certain she’ll let nothing
stand in the way of her playing me
for a series of solo recitals on the tarmac triangle
at the crook of Kentish Road where the lorries
used to wait for the great gates of the Carriage Works
to open and let them through. Make no mistake:
my voice will be heard once again,
and as never before.
Contents List
ONE
13 Signs and Signals
14 A Garden Leaving Home
15 Bureau de Change
16 The Air
17 Lock Lines for Two Locations
18 Elsewhere but Overhead
19 Sky Work
20 Bench
21 Sleeping and Thinking and Sleeping
22 Smoke and Mirrors
23 1941
24 Hand-Me-Downs
25 A Mellstock Fiddle
26 A Poetry List
27 Watch Your Step
28 A Number of Escapes and Ways Through
29 While There’s Still Time
TWO
33 The Estuary
34 Heroic Landscape
35 Divisions
36 Complaint
37 Three Moments
38 Night Walkers
39 Script City
40 Something Unmade
41 Results
42 Last Brief Maxims
43 After Midnight
44 Motion
45 The Discovery of Metre
46 Abraham Darby’s Bridge
48 Variations (on Bag’s Groove)
51 The Bachelors Stripped Bare by their Bride
THREE
55 Double Morning
56 Division of Labour
57 The Lover
58 Silence
59 ‘Neighbours, We’ll Not Part Tonight!’
61 Unravelling
62 A Gift of Cream
63 La Magdalena
64 The Doctor Died
66 Piano
68 The Moral
69A Conceit for the Empress
70 A Vision of Four Musicians
73 Roy Fisher on the Nature of Neglect
77 NOTES
Related Reviews
'Standard Midland is an honest appraisal of what it is possible to say, and what remains to be said, by an artist in old age. It finds Fisher at his most approachable and makes an excellent introduction to this important poet's work.' – Paul Batchelor, Guardian
'Witty, profound and moving meditations on loss and ageing; a wonderfully varied testament to a very English blend of imagination and reserve.' – Costa Poetry Award judges' comment on Standard Midland
'The personality that emerges from Fisher's poetry, for all his influences, is altogether English: ironic, humorous, self-deprecating and unpretentiously local.' – Elaine Feinstein