The President of Planet Earth
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David Wheatley
David Wheatley was born in Dublin in 1970. He recently co-edited, with Ailbhe Darcy, The Cambridge History of Irish Women's Poetry, and lives with his family in rural Aberdeenshire.
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The President of Planet Earth - David Wheatley
CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
A Beehive
On the Death of a Poet
In Glenmalure
At Lough Ouler
The 1901 Census
Table-Talk of John Joly,
FTCD
, on the Geological Unification of Ireland
Approach to the City
Tunnels through the Head
Colmcille’s Farewell
Dry Dock
Dark Water
Drypool in Old Photographs
Rag and Bone Man’s Mild
Interview with a Binman
Air Street Fugue
The Wandering Islands
Klangfarbenmelodie
A Bittering
[untitled]
Remnant Land
Death on the Breeze
x
Memorial
According to Lucretius
In Marrakesh
Adultery
In the Medina
Shorts
Tale of a Horse
The President of Planet Earth
Oblivia
The Illustrated Version
According to Lucretius
For Claude Debussy
Self-Portrait as Woman Reading a Letter
An Execration
For Tereza Límanová, Painter
For Piero di Cosimo
Biographia Literaria
The Rumoured Existence of Elsewheres
Keen
Warm Front
Unpacking a Library
Low Flier
At Footdee
A Pseudocouple
Bennachie to Clachnaben
Brock
Tree to Treecreeper
Crossbill
Rounds
Eclogue
Sir Thomas Urquhart Considers the Tongues of Men, and Whether One Might Not Be Fashioned above All Others Perfect
Roger Hilton, November ’64
Three Things
Elegy for Any Occasion
Memory
Desire Path
Altitude Migrants
White Nights
Bennachie Red
Beithe-Luis-Nin / Birch-Rowan-Ash
The Porch Light
The Quarry-Pond
Letter to Joseph Massey
Dip
Hyperion Drees His Weird
Sonnets to Robert Fergusson
The King o’er the Water
To Gavin Douglas, Translator, by the Don
The Hoops
Tides
THE REED BUNTING UNSEEN: A CAMOUFLAGE GARDEN FOR IAN HAMILTON FINLAY
Little Sparta / Spandau
First Contact
Creation Myth
Garden Feature, Little Sparta
A Clearance
A Camouflage Garden
It’s War
Your Sheep, My Sheep
Dead Sheep
Text Poem
Cultural Materialism
Sundial in Rain
Eclogue
Dichtung = Condensare
Robespierre, Weeding
Apollon Térroriste
Geology as Smalltalk
Grotto
A Bouquet for Thomas Edmonston
On Not Being Seen
Ruined Buildings / Ruined Stones
Red-Throated Diver, Dumfries
A Gannet
An Aviary for Alasdair Macgillemhìcheil
One Animal May Conceal Another
Sighting
Sconser Trilogy
Presocratic Notes: Hamilton Advertiser
A Clearance
Trident
Beyond These Walls
Ireland/Scotland: To the Síneadh/Sìneadh Fada
An Island Wedding
Wallace Stevens on North Uist
Solus
Sùil Air Hiort / St Kilda View Point
Clockwise Round the Island
Iron Age, Significance Unknown
Site-Specific
Sun on Black Cuillins
Locus = Logos
All Is Lithogenesis
Village of Echt
Hut of Shadows Camera Obscura, Lochmaddy
School of Eloquence
The Herring Gull School
Hraun, Duss, Rønis, Queedarauns, Kollyarun
Harbour View Terrace: Homage to Calmac
Light of Evening
Eilean
Merchant Ship Routing
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Copyright
for my brothers
PHILIP, GAVIN & JOHN
A BEEHIVE
Sitting under the crook of the eaves
in my black and yellow jumper
I turn ultraviolet blue
in the gaze of a honeybee
I watch enter the roof.
Like a postman’s round, the sex
drags on all morning, its fine
filigree residue dispatched
journey by journey to our
asylum of honeycombed dark.
All round me masterpieces
of morbid secretions find their
invisible form, perfection raised
to the level of self-devouring,
a stomach digesting its body.
The bounty of innumerable
foxglove lips parted
slaveringly has brought us to this:
a jelly pleasure sea
I float on, hapless acolyte
of a queen I nourish and dread.
Am I so much as noticed, I wonder,
I and my furious labours? I feel
the jelly throb with her need for me, me
and those billions of others, my kind.
ON THE DEATH OF A POET
composed during the last illness of Eochaidh Ó hEodhasa
Poetry is touched by decline:
how can we come to her aid?
She is sure all hope is gone
in her poorly state.
Consider poetry’s plight,
fit only for the sickbed
as word of Eochaidh’s death is brought
to her who was his bride.
It is hard to witness the honour
once hers turn to scorn:
woeful indignity drawing near,
the cloud of abasement come down.
To Eochaidh above all men she gave
the flower in its prime
of her artistry and love;
and all to nourish him.
The hidden ore of his poet’s craft
burned with a gemlike flame
lighting up the art he left;
much died with his name.
Well he knew the schoolmen’s work,
who sat among the wise;
poet of the golden cloak,
a great lament shall be his.
He stumbled on the hazel of knowledge
in its secret grove,
and left its branches hung with flesh,
stripping the nutshells off.
Out of words both dark and subtle
the poet makes his art
with perfect ease, and in recital
omits no part.
It is no small help to his work
to add the gold relief
of learning to his every word:
such is the way of the beehive.
Bees all over brim their hoard
with the juice they collect
from the oozings of a milky gourd
or a flower unpacked.
They are examples to the bard
whose craft none can match;
no flower or fruit, soft or hard,
escapes his search.
It is he resolves the doubts
of those already skilled;
he who settles all debates,
he to whom all yield.
Who has not been touched by sorrow
at the master’s loss of life?
This disease goes to the marrow
and pierces like a spike.
Like a cow parted from her calf,
my wits are overthrown:
I make melody from my grief,
who now am orphaned;
and poetry is a widow unless
Maoilseachlainn’s son returns;
no one can make good her loss
but the man she mourns.
(from the Irish)
IN GLENMALURE
Crimson our halberds from the gore of the Saxons!
The firebrand soon secured and our sword arms aching.
Affliction our foes’ part and Fiach McHugh O’Byrne
honoured at the pig feast by rivers of mead;
shrill from the dark high glen the bleating of sheep
while in and out of the mist floats Lugnaquilla.
The Castle styles Michael Dwyer a common killer
and, be it hereby known, will spare no expense
in his apprehension. Caught, this felon will ship
to New South Wales there to lament, ochone,
at his leisure