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Angela Leighton
Angela Leighton was born in Wakefield, educated in Edinburgh and Oxford, and has taught at the universities of Hull and Cambridge. The daughter of a Yorkshire (composer) father and a Neapolitan mother, she has always recognised her heritage of mixed languages and conflicting standpoints. Her book, Hearing Things: The Work of Sound in Literature (2018), sets autobiographical prose beside critical writing to suggest the connections between them, while her volume, Spills (2016), interweaves memoir, short story and translation with original poetry. She has published poetry and short stories in many magazines, including the New Yorker, TLS, Poetry Chicago, Archipelago, The Dark Horse and PNR. This is her sixth volume of poetry.
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One, Two - Angela Leighton
One, Two
ANGELA LEIGHTON
For Harriet, as ever, walking on
CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Sea Song
Island / Poem
Stormy Petrel
Barn Owl
Humming-Bird Hawk-Moth
Step Change
Saving his Gloves
My Dog Oscar
Sighting
Quill
Flute for the Children
The Mower
Livelong Day
Stilt-Jacks
Swing Song
Marina
Landings
By the Bitter African Sea
Lyre for the Thief
Pickpocket, Naples
Neapolis: Nuptials
Naples Abstract
Toccata for the Pezzentelle
Taster
I Pupi
St Lucy’s Day, Sicily
A Harrowing
The Ice Bears
Map-Reading
Waiting outside the Bambino Gesù Hospital
Steps for a Sarabande
Tesserae
Long Short Story
A Call
One, Two
Darning Egg and a Work Box
Praise Song for the Washing Up
Attention Span
Drum for the Feet
On the Mirliton and the Clabby-Doo
The Old Masters, Again
City, from Blackfriars Bridge
Brick Wall
Wind Farm
Hike
Magi
Thorn Apple
Sage
Wet Suit
Last Bequest
Horn for the Breathless
Candle
The Deadlings
Roses / Remembrance Day
A Lost Shoe
The Marchlands
Isolating
The Art of Space
Hymn for a Tree
In Times of Pestilence, Easter 2020
Breath
Janáćek’s Notes
A Counting Song
Out of Ward 35
A Lighthouse
Return to the Sea
Last Thing
TOWARDS TRANSLATION
Dante, ‘Purgatorio’
Dante: On Reflection
Luigi Pirandello Ritorno / Return
Attesa / Waiting
Ingresso / Entrance
Guardando il Mare / Looking at the Sea
La Fune / The Rope
Improvvisi / Impromptus
Visita / Visit
A Cricket for Pirandello
Notes
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Angela Leighton
Copyright
‘I’ll sing you one, O.’
– ‘Green Grow the Rushes, O’
‘I must have two, you know… One to come, and one to go.’
– Lewis Carroll
‘See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet.’
– Ezra Pound
SEA SONG
Sewer and salve, dredge and dump, kitten and killer,
sea, our element, lovely other, soul and matter,
intricate jeweller of caves and corals, molluscs and pearls,
salty original, mirror of weather, flood of tears.
Sea, our crossing, launch and offing, lift and tease,
as if a loop of dolphins took us, deeper to breathe,
darker to see, further to hear – from dream to after,
through flesh, fish, shell, krill, to the first life-matter.
ISLAND / POEM
Think – an island interests the poem.
Each grounded tally pegs the drift,
snags a silkie from the liquid swell
where grey beasts swim.
What’s missed still calls from roke and fret.
Sing-song of shorelines scores each edge
where sea will pocket stones for the sea-bed,
and nothing lies still.
Consider – an island interests the poem.
Each shape amended to a perfect cone
caps the slick of what’s not known,
but whispers below.
STORMY PETREL
Turquoise, azure, indigo, blue –
and below, the opal of a perfect pearl
pools all colours to a translucent whorl.
I cannot enter that abstraction of despair,
the witch’s mirror in which we disappear
to breathe blue water, choke on the sea’s tear.
I cannot know how one word – celeste –
might yet transpose to liquid syllables below,
and sound a glass bell in that deafening hollow.
So I watch this small bird that patters with its feet
the thin line Peter could not walk for drowning.
Fisher of small fry, it flip-flops, grounding
the vast sea-level’s intemperate upheavals.
Tiny, sparrow-sized, flutter-running thing –
on the sea’s blue page, the superscript of a wing.
BARN OWL
Winging hard by,
sheer and level, quick and killing –
Barn Owl, Billy Wix, Ginny Ollit –
a plectrum of feathers taps the quiet,
riffs the static of a summer night.
Parrying a fall
with tucked claws, balancing wings,
its hunched drag quartering the moorlands,
feather finials hallucinating hands –
what ghost inhabits this fanning thing?
Steering too close
to us, then clear, past omens, scares –
we stand, queer giants, at the dark’s address,
no interruption of its watchfulness –
this fly-by-night fingering the air.
Idling so near
it shames us, casts us into shadow –
while a drifted whiteness comes to mind,
wing of the moon, or whitsun crosswind
brushing lightly – claw at a heartstring.
HUMMING-BIRD HAWK-MOTH
Late in a garden I turn each page.
The day’s evening waits in the wings –
old words singing by heart almost
till I reach that roll-call in parenthesis:
(Enter Pease-blossome, Cobweb, Moth).
How reading dreams its own known story:
a summer love tale, the tongs and the bones,
till all turns fairy, lifts and stirs
in lighter repeats, in tactical-heard
flights between the cold moon and the earth.
Then something throws its counterweight –
this furry mimic of a rotary blade,
micro-flyer that darts and stays
at any summered jasmine, woodbine –
one flute filament tippling its new wine.
And fifty-wingbeats-per-second drives
that motor levity, the fret of a hum –
migrant stranger in a blur of wings
magicked from a call long-lost, unplayed:
‘(Enter… Moth)’ – but for what? No word –
unless just to cue a wandering soul,
a creature answering to some lost part,
– like this mere moth, a thing that lives.
So nature’s intricate knack of the ordinary
outwits those marvellous