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Kathleen Jamie
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So they buried her, and turned home,a drab psalm
hanging about them like haar,
not knowing the liquid
trickling from her lips
would seek its way down,
and that caught in her slowly
unravelling plait of grey hair
were summer seeds:
meadowsweet, bastard balm,
tokens of honesty, already
beginning their crawl
toward light, so showing her,
when the time came,
how to dig herself out —
to surface and greet them,
mouth young, and full again
of dirt, and spit, and poetry.
© 1999, Kathleen Jamie
From: Jizzen
Publisher: Picador, London
Published with kind permission of the author and Picador (http://www.picador.com/).
From: Jizzen
Publisher: Picador, London
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So they buried her, and turned home,a drab psalm
hanging about them like haar,
not knowing the liquid
trickling from her lips
would seek its way down,
and that caught in her slowly
unravelling plait of grey hair
were summer seeds:
meadowsweet, bastard balm,
tokens of honesty, already
beginning their crawl
toward light, so showing her,
when the time came,
how to dig herself out —
to surface and greet them,
mouth young, and full again
of dirt, and spit, and poetry.
From: Jizzen
Published with kind permission of the author and Picador (http://www.picador.com/).
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