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Winter Thoughts


Article # : 14663 

Section : THE ARTS
Issue Date : 11 / 1988  799 Words
Author : Vernon Scannell and Rudolph Schirmer
Vernon Scannell is a poet and novelist whose latest work is Argument of Kings: An Autobiography (Robson Books: United Kingdom, 1988). Rudolph Schirmer is a composer and poet. His most recent work is a volume of poetry, Letter to Fair Souls.

       Perimeter Guard
       
       His second two-hour duty: the wind
       Is now stropped to such
       Fine and steely sharpness that
       It might slice off a shriveled lobe or finger.
       The stars are brilliant chippings of frozen flint,
       Beautiful, but quite indifferent
       To sublunar hurt.
       
       His stunned toes are welded together;
       He is club-footed
       By the weather.
       The only
       Nostrum for such misery and loneliness
       Is found in fantasies of somewhere other,
       A feminine place, not erotic
       But warm, motherly.
       
       Lavender-scented pillow and sheets;
       No gruff blankets there;
       Soft wool, a cool counterpane
       Of candlewick that soothed an infant fever;
       Sweet, unsnoring dark.
       He shuts his eyes against
       The stars' impersonal derision
       And the wind's malice.
       
       Then dream and the silence are broken
       By a sound beyond
       The wire and his eyes are filled
       With star-sparks like frozen tears; unsure he calls
       'Halt! Who goes there?'
       No one answers. The glitter
       Melts from his eyes; then he hears the wind
       Whisper: 'Foe!...Foe!...Foe!...'
       
       Vernon Scannell
       
       
       Dylan Thomas
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