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David Morley
Wisdom Smith Pitches his Bender on Emmonsales Heath, 1819
Wisdom Smith Pitches his Bender on Emmonsales Heath, 1819
Wisdom Smith Pitches his Bender on Emmonsales Heath, 1819
Wisdom leans against an ash tree, shouldering his violin,slipping the bow to stroke the strings that stay silent
at distance. All John Clare hears is a heron’s cranking
and the frozen bog creaking beneath his tread
until that ash tree bows with fieldfares and redwings
and the birds’ tunes rise up and twine with Wisdom’s.
The men gossip an hour and John Clare writes down
the tune ‘Highland Mary’ and the gypsy’s given names.
Once Clare is gone the birds refasten to the ash-crown.
Wisdom hacks and stamps the heather beneath his tent,
claps a blanket on springy furze to serve as mattress
and hooks a nodding kettle to the kettle-iron.
He hangs his head, listens, and shoulders the violin.
By practice and by pricking to mind he will master this.
© 2013, David Morley
From: The Gypsy and the Poet
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
From: The Gypsy and the Poet
Publisher: Carcanet, Manchester
David Morley
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1964)
David Morley, an ecologist and naturalist by background, is one of the most linguistically invigorating poets currently writing in Britain: a poet for whom science, language, and the natural world all meet at a point we might call ‘meaning’. Part Romani, he makes extensive use in his work of his double heritage of Romani and English – two conduits of the secret knowledge, or lore, that makes a ...
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Wisdom Smith Pitches his Bender on Emmonsales Heath, 1819
Wisdom leans against an ash tree, shouldering his violin,slipping the bow to stroke the strings that stay silent
at distance. All John Clare hears is a heron’s cranking
and the frozen bog creaking beneath his tread
until that ash tree bows with fieldfares and redwings
and the birds’ tunes rise up and twine with Wisdom’s.
The men gossip an hour and John Clare writes down
the tune ‘Highland Mary’ and the gypsy’s given names.
Once Clare is gone the birds refasten to the ash-crown.
Wisdom hacks and stamps the heather beneath his tent,
claps a blanket on springy furze to serve as mattress
and hooks a nodding kettle to the kettle-iron.
He hangs his head, listens, and shoulders the violin.
By practice and by pricking to mind he will master this.
From: The Gypsy and the Poet
Wisdom Smith Pitches his Bender on Emmonsales Heath, 1819
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