Poem
Penelope Shuttle
MOONSPEED
MOONSPEED
MOONSPEED
Very quickly the moon shunsthe massive domes and rounded arches
of Byzantium,
the centre-fold cities of America,
Russia’s cross little citadels,
by-passes backmost lakes,
all waters, cornerstones of rivers,
moon rushing
over orchards of peach and plum,
shoving clouds before her
in a cosset of shadow,
dashing over linens
draped on tenement poles,
over all your old addresses,
skimming the brightness
from each port-of-call, carrying
tomorrow’s news in her breast,
along with the latent weeping of all living things,
and glittering fast, very fast over the South Pole
where the key to understanding Art Nouveau resides,
over the great Alps
in their snowy hair-shirts
and over Europe, which she salutes in passing,
coming to rest above my garden,
bringing me, whether I like it or not,
the first rain of the summer-end.
© 2006, Penelope Shuttle
From: David Higham Associates, on behalf of Penelope Shuttle
Publisher: First published on PIW,
From: David Higham Associates, on behalf of Penelope Shuttle
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Penelope Shuttle
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1947)
“In my poetry I give primacy to the breath. For me it is the way the poem breathes that gives it form.”
Penelope Shuttle lives in Falmouth on the south coast of Cornwall not far from Land’s End, the toe of England. She was married to the poet Peter Redgrove, who died in 2003, and has a grown-up daughter, Zoe.
Penelope Shuttle lives in Falmouth on the south coast of Cornwall not far from Land’s End, the toe of England. She was married to the poet Peter Redgrove, who died in 2003, and has a grown-up daughter, Zoe.
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MOONSPEED
Very quickly the moon shunsthe massive domes and rounded arches
of Byzantium,
the centre-fold cities of America,
Russia’s cross little citadels,
by-passes backmost lakes,
all waters, cornerstones of rivers,
moon rushing
over orchards of peach and plum,
shoving clouds before her
in a cosset of shadow,
dashing over linens
draped on tenement poles,
over all your old addresses,
skimming the brightness
from each port-of-call, carrying
tomorrow’s news in her breast,
along with the latent weeping of all living things,
and glittering fast, very fast over the South Pole
where the key to understanding Art Nouveau resides,
over the great Alps
in their snowy hair-shirts
and over Europe, which she salutes in passing,
coming to rest above my garden,
bringing me, whether I like it or not,
the first rain of the summer-end.
From: David Higham Associates, on behalf of Penelope Shuttle
MOONSPEED
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