Poem
Jacob Polley
A JAR OF HONEY
A JAR OF HONEY
A JAR OF HONEY
You hold it like a lit bulb,a pound of light,
and swivel the stunned glow
around the fat glass sides:
it’s the sun, all flesh
and no bones
but for the floating
knuckle of honeycomb.
© 2003, Jacob Polley. Reproduced by permission of the author c/o Rogers, Coleridge and White Ltd., 20 Powis Mews, London W11 1JN
From: The Brink
Publisher: Picador, London
From: The Brink
Publisher: Picador, London
Jacob Polley
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1975)
‘The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible’. This quote from Oscar Wilde, one of Jacob Polley’s favourites, almost seems like a manifesto for this poet of unstable nature, slippery observation, borders and smoke. In spare, musical, muscular language, Polley’s three collections explore what Heidegger called ‘the thingness of things’. His poetry is firmly contemporary, but a...
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A JAR OF HONEY
You hold it like a lit bulb,a pound of light,
and swivel the stunned glow
around the fat glass sides:
it’s the sun, all flesh
and no bones
but for the floating
knuckle of honeycomb.
From: The Brink
A JAR OF HONEY
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