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John Siddique
THE PRIZE
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Now I am blindI see you.
Now I am deaf
I can hear your love.
Now that my teeth are gone,
I want to taste your meat.
Now that the daylight is short
I live in your light.
Frailty calls at the door everyday,
he is my company and sounding board,
I tell him of the strength I feel inside.
They cleared the wood to
grow a forest.
The bombs I set
bloom in blood shades,
give pleasure in the garden.
The great impact will come
in forgetfulness
when the silences accumulate.
© 2005, John Siddique
From: The Prize
Publisher: The Rialto, Norwich
From: The Prize
Publisher: The Rialto, Norwich
John Siddique
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1964)
John Siddique is a poet, whose first full collection of poetry The Prize (Rialto) was published last year. He is a co-author of Four Fathers (Route) and the editor of Transparency (Crocus Books). His poem ‘Variola’ received a nomination for best single poem for 2004’s Forward Prize and his new collection, Poems From a Northern Soul, will be published this autumn.
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THE PRIZE
Now I am blindI see you.
Now I am deaf
I can hear your love.
Now that my teeth are gone,
I want to taste your meat.
Now that the daylight is short
I live in your light.
Frailty calls at the door everyday,
he is my company and sounding board,
I tell him of the strength I feel inside.
They cleared the wood to
grow a forest.
The bombs I set
bloom in blood shades,
give pleasure in the garden.
The great impact will come
in forgetfulness
when the silences accumulate.
From: The Prize
THE PRIZE
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