The Tower
By John Egan
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‘There is a seamlessness about these poems; the stitching doesn’t show. Egan brings the full range of poetic techniques to his work, but they are largely invisible in the context of the whole. There were many times I had to pause while reading…often mid-poem, sometimes to reflect on how they related to my own experiences, some
John Egan
John Egan is a Sydney poet who also lives on the south coast of NSW. He was a high school teacher of English for twenty-two years and second master of Bankstown Grammar School for nine years. Later he taught English as a foreign language and university preparation courses at the University of NSW, Wollongong University College and Newcastle University, as well as English and Business Communication at JDW Business College. He retired in 2013. His first chapbook was published by the Melbourne Poets Union and Ginninderra Press have published four full collections, eighteen chapbooks and three collaborations. He considers himself a poet of memory and the sea, but also writes of the natural world, the urban environment and social issues.
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The Tower - John Egan
The Tower
John Egan
Ginninderra PressThe Tower
ISBN 978 1 76041 568 6
Copyright © text John Egan 2018
Cover photo: St Mary’s Cathedral © Fyle
Author photo: Peter Egan
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2018 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Contents
The Tower
Acknowledgements
For Maurice (Morrie) Egan (1923–2007), my father
I pace upon the battlements and stare
On the foundations of a house, or where
Tree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth;
And send imagination forth…
W.B. Yeats, ‘The Tower’
The Tower
Tightrope Walking
The blank page silent
like a chasm
and there is no net.
The blue Parker
your only wire
to safety
or into space.
Measure its weight
balanced on your fingers,
across the hollow
of your thumb.
Words flower
like geometry, inch onto wires
taut with print,
syllables like nerves.
Phrases cling to your flesh,
toes and feet test each vowel,
consonants. like vertigo,
the abyss between each line.
The poem explodes
as applause
rolling up,
open mouths, breathless faces
and your eyes transfixed
by that still point
in the void,
the nothing
you didn’t know
you were even
aiming for.
The Tower
Rounded arches, Italianate windows,
the setting sun strikes the tower.
Its stones are glowing, the final
reflections of the day.
Not the yellow white of sandstone
in the midday glare, nor the grey-melt blue
of late evening, but pink and red,
the crazy colours of mild sunlight.
Never the same tower. Every new hour
it changes, a beacon for the seasons,
radiates summer heat, warmth in the cool
and burns with cold in the ice-shards
of wind and rain, deters your touch
as if it exists merely to look beautiful
and provide nothing of use or comfort,
a mannequin who parades exquisite fashion.
Shadows are thrown across the lawn,
the gasp of chill, when half a year ago
the shade was longed for, its cool breath
to soothe a furnace of sweat and summer.
Stand on the opposite side of the bay
and the tower rises from a green canopy,
dominates a mere of water
like a castle protecting villages,
but is ever the enemy of still water
whose colours only copy the sunlight and clouds,
while the tower absorbs them all
and everything becomes its day.
St Mary’s, Sydney
A canyon chiselled by giants.
Gothic arches, pillars and bays
march forward, over the high altar,
purple now in Lent, where the Great North Window
glows in quatrefoils of light.
Pillars stand three storeys, shoulders of stone,
layered stepwork, arcade and clerestory
that build to four monumental arches
where nave and transept cross in collision.
Fluted, liana-like in coils, bunched in
jungle overgrowth, high trunks and branches
flow in stone, an edifice that gestures
to the sky-god, to an airy heaven,
though built in stone, stubbornly hugs the ground.
Tree-forms cling in the nave and aisles, earthbound
in horizontals like a cave.
Some sit, some kneel and pray, most wander,
pious tourists, pilgrims in hush and awe
cast into tangible quiet, sensuous
reverence, this sculpting of elementals,
space and stone and light, red and blue light-rays
of stained glass that pierce the darkness
like God’s fingers reaching the forest floor,
full signatures of distant stars at night,
the carved canyons of masonry and faith.
St Augustine’s, Balmain
From the east the church dominates the sky
with its tower on the hill, Italian,
almost medieval, a neat suburb below
sweeping away like a town walled in water.
Yet approach from the west, walk across the park,
and it’s a small doorway in a leafy street,
a red brick sanctuary beyond the school,
unassuming, suburban,