Facing East at Sunset
By Jim Hale
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And do you wonder what happened, where did those years go?
The answer, my friend (no, not with Bob Dylan), is with you inside your head, all the good and some of the bad. The answer is writing it down – it’s still there – in poetry. Reading others, writing your own. Think back – it’s still there – look back, look forward… poetry. Do you recall those violet-infested walls of that old English church; that girl you saw and never forgot in a tavern once visited; that old town you first taught in and that noisily funny dunny-cart man; the fear of being trapped in a crashed car with petrol dripping; resting in love with a beautiful partner; dangling a line in a beautiful river with beautiful sons?
It’s all there, deep down, relived and reloved, in poetry.
Jim Hale
Jim Hale is a retired senior high school teacher, who specialised in English literature. He taught for 40 years, in country NSW and city schools. He has three children and eight grandchildren, who have added to his wide experience of the joys and tribulations of life. These experiences are expressed in his poetry, written at first for family and friends, and now shared more widely in published form.
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Facing East at Sunset - Jim Hale
1. Facing East at Sunset
You say – I’ll leave when it gets to the trees,
but the shadow moves relentlessly and
when it’s reached that point
you say – no the ridge above that,
when it hits that I’ll go …
but it hits the ridge and suddenly
the air is totally totally still,
and the light is going
and the dark begins to come down
as the dark always will.
2. Snake Road
The amazing anaconda
writhes in and out along the way
sections constricting, sections stretching longer
stealthily muttering
full of menace –
inside the umbilical beast
voices mutter mutter away
no jollity as in a conga
stuttering in quiet desperation
from insufficient pay to pay –
what bulk there is what power
that holds so many of us in dread –
who would not face the anaconda
except for the ribs that bind us there
and what we cannot see instead?
3. First Frost
First frost of the year has nestled like dandruff
on lower street lawns still in shade,
the first pinch of winter snickers tips of things
and arrival of the shortest day
is easily measured now –
two months in and two months out
is race memory of older folk,
whose men all minded these parts
in May and autumn
where first frosts were noted harbingers
of valley-smoked winters to be borne,
before the coming of the new springs.
The serious frosts of winter
tie down the place like the arthritic gout
:
the withering sinews of summer’s runs
are screwed by the marbling of uric acid,
and healthy things
are chapped and splintered.
But, as with the unwinding that comes,
the marbled immobility will break down
and with it the promise that will always play out –
the valley will begin to ooze the early spring,
and the first frost of yesterday
will be gone.
4. The Ball
A curling ball
holds its line defying law
and loops towards the crouching man
bat raised in indecision –
it hits the pitch
it grips and rips
past the searching blade –
I turn again lope in and hook the ball
into resistant air
and it spits again with a will to deceive …
I am the deceiver
my wrist the line
that hooks the bait
not once but always
always all ways
deceiving mine
and the batsman’s fate …