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The Absolute Tremor of Heat
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19287 |
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THE ARTS
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6 / 1991 |
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William Bedford
William Bedford is a widely published poet currently residing
in Grimsby, England. |
To Tell You the Truth
(Barcelona: 1968)
I guess I'm faking anguish
to get this essay in metaphor,
a grand way of saying thank you
When all that's needed is a wave
and a baked, absolute light
like the hills around Barcelona,
the ground thick with pine-cones,
the tracks leading up into snow.
It was there we met a birdcatcher,
sitting under the trees
with a homemade wooden cage,
imitating the song of a woodpecker.
I told him there was no market
for woodpeckers, but you insisted
we should leave him alone,
get on with our own lives.
I never forgot the birdcatcher.
You, walking beneath pines.
And the baked, absolute tremor
of heat scorching your face,
happiness, widening in your eyes.
Night Watching
All night you cry in your cradle,
and What to do with the child
becomes the heat's chorus,
hanging on the edge of darkness
like a bat winging from the chimney,
slamming at our frayed control.
We argue, walk about, listen.
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