Poem
Ian Pindar
Of Truth
Of Truth
Of Truth
There was such a truth once.I remember it. We all shared it
like a candle in the dark.
During the war a piece of bone
got lodged in it, but you
didn’t hear it complaining.
In a cinema after the war
I saw it looking for its hat
under the seats.
It was smaller then, a little hunched.
I don’t recall the last time
we met. I think it was in Berlin.
I’d just been to the lavatory
when I came out
to find a girl in blue jeans
staring at a patch of oil in the corridor.
Something moved in the darkness
and I stamped on it.
© 2010, Ian Pindar
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
From: Emporium
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
Ian Pindar
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1970)
Ian Pindar was born in London and lives in Oxfordshire. His first collection of poetry, Emporium, will be published by Carcanet in 2011, and his second collection, Constellations, in 2012. Pindar is an active writer, contributing poetry and reviews to many of the UK’s notable broadsheet and poetry magazines. Last year he was awarded the Arthur Welton Award by the Society of Authors to assist to...
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Of Truth
There was such a truth once.I remember it. We all shared it
like a candle in the dark.
During the war a piece of bone
got lodged in it, but you
didn’t hear it complaining.
In a cinema after the war
I saw it looking for its hat
under the seats.
It was smaller then, a little hunched.
I don’t recall the last time
we met. I think it was in Berlin.
I’d just been to the lavatory
when I came out
to find a girl in blue jeans
staring at a patch of oil in the corridor.
Something moved in the darkness
and I stamped on it.
From: Emporium
Of Truth
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