I’m through two books of his Collected poems from Carcanet Press, four to go. Finding myself this impressed by his early writing, I can’t wait to see where his voice will get to next! I am going to build in a batch of his poems to the materials for the August 20-21 weekend!
Here’s ‘September’ from a sequence out of his second book, the very nicely unpoetically titled ( and so truly poetically titled) On The Way To The Depot.
Cold light of the moon, over the sleeping sea,
over the whale-back islands, over me
here in a cottage on the mountain’s hip,
capture me, asleep.
Drag my memories through your freezing streams
until they come out cold and hard as stones
I can hold in my hand:
stones I can build with,
the dreams my memories and waking days are filled with.
I want a stone tower made of them in my mind;
one I can climb, and signal from, and understand.