The Touch of Time: New & Selected Poems
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The Touch of Time - Stewart Conn
STEWART CONN
THE TOUCH OF TIME
New & Selected Poems
The Touch of Time is a comprehensive retrospective of the work of one of Scotland’s leading poets drawing on ten previous books published over five decades. The new work here pursues the themes of his earlier Bloodaxe collections Stolen Light: Selected Poems (1999), Ghosts at Cockcrow (2005) and The Breakfast Room (2010). With what Professor Carla Sassi sees as ‘his thoughtful attention to small details, his redeeming gaze, his formal control of impeccably constructed verses, and his deep and warm humanity’, he movingly explores everyday events and revelations and how – like our lives and those of our loved ones – they are transformed by time.
‘Stewart Conn is one of Scotland’s most skilled and wide-ranging poets. A sympathetic, if quite unsentimental, treatment of the natural world, or the rural one at least, does run throughout his poetry, but so do the themes of love, family relationships, the nature and power of art, and that time-honoured subject of poetry – the fragility and transitoriness of life itself’ –
DAVID MCCORDICK
, Scottish Literature in the Twentieth Century.
‘He stands among the indispensable poets of modern and contemporary Scotland’ –
DOUGLAS DUNN
, The Dark Horse.
COVER PICTURE
Horizontal sundial made by Joseph Williamson, Aberdeen, 1728
NATIONAL MUSEUM OF SCOTLAND
STEWART CONN
The Touch of Time
NEW & SELECTED POEMS
for Judy
Dame, de qui toute ma joie vient…
GUILLAUME DE MACHAUT
, c. 1300–77
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Sections I-VII are extracted from Stolen Light: Selected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 1999), which in turn drew on Thunder in the Air (Akros, Preston, 1967) and The Chinese Tower (MacDonald, Edinburgh, 1967); Stoats in the Sunlight (1968), An Ear to the Ground (1972) and Under the Ice (1978), all Hutchinson, London; In the Kibble Palace (Bloodaxe Books, 1987), At the Aviary (Snail Press, Plumstead, South Africa, 1992), and The Luncheon of the Boating Party (1992) and In the Blood (1995), both Bloodaxe Books. Other poems are reinstated from these volumes or are from Distances: a personal evocation of people and places (Scottish Cultural Press, 2001). The poems tend to be grouped thematically rather than observing strict chronology. A number of revisions and excisions have been made.
Sections VIII and IX represent respectively Ghosts at Cockcrow
(2005)
and The Breakfast Room
(2010)
, both from Bloodaxe and the latter incorporating The Loving-Cup (Mariscat Press, 2007). Section X includes poems from Estuary (Mariscat Press, 2012).
Gratitude is expressed to all the publishers named and, for poems in the final Section or hitherto unacknowledged, to the editors of Carapace, Edinburgh Review, The Herald, New Writing Scotland, The North, Poetry International (San Diego), Poetry Scotland, The Scotsman, The Scottish Review of Books, Southlight, The Spectator and The Times Literary Supplement.
Special thanks to Hamish Whyte for discerning guidance.
CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
I
Todd
Ferret
Farm
Harelaw
Country Dance
Ayrshire Farm
Todd: a sequence
Reading Matter
Stoats in the Sunlight
The Shed
Forebears
On Craigie Hill
Craggy Country
Family Tree
Farm Funeral
II
Afternoon
Thunder in the Air
Under Creag Mhor
In a Simple Light
Setting
Margins
The Chinese Tower
Old Actor
North Uist
Driving Through Sutherland
Summer, Assynt
At Coruisk
Marriage a Mountain Ridge
Orkney Shore
The Predators
III
The Lilypond
Kilchrenan
A Sense of Order
Sunday walk
Period piece
Cranworth Street
Street scene
Portents
Southpark
The salon
Costume piece
Botanics
After the Party
Family Visit
To My Father
Reawakening
In the Kibble Palace
Tremors
Before Dark
Arrivals
Witnesses
Two Poems
Night incident
Ghosts
Seize the Day
Return Visit
IV
Under the Ice
In the Gallery
Kitchen Maid
Visiting Hour
Afternoon Visit
Snowman
Snowfall
At the Airport
Lothian Burn
Moving In
Offshore
End of Season, Drumelzier
Cherry Tree, at Dusk
Bedtime Story
The Eye-shade
Recovery
At Amersham
In Monte Mario
Springtime
V
The Luncheon of the Boating Party
IAlphonse
IIThe Baron
IIIUnknown man
IVMadame Renoir
VRenoir
Renoir in Orkney
Burial Mound
Monflanquin
Fort Napoléon
Lot-et-Garonne
Picture Framer
The Boathouse
Skye Poems
On arrival
Dawn, Drinan
Reminder
Sabbath
The islanders to the newly-weds
Bog myrtle
October Week
VI
Sights and Sounds
On the Water
Interior
Pilanesberg
Leopard
Jedibe Camp
Trust
Water Two
Over the desert
VII
Ayrshire Coast
Map of Coningham
Spring
FROM
Early Days
Connections
Mirror image
Wild Flowers
Terra Firma
Peace and Plenty
Stolen Light
First Light
Return to Provence
Jawbone Walk
Inheritance
Losing Touch
ILosing touch
IIVantage points
IIIOratorio
Funerals
White-out
Night Sky
Intricacies
Above the Storm
VIIIfrom Ghosts at Cockcrow
Visitation
In the Garden
Ministrations
Heirloom
Growing Up
City Interlude
Autumn Walk
Edinburgh Thaw
Close Names
Cappella Nova at Greyfriars’
Footage of RLS
Writer’s Block
Ghosts at Cockcrow
Appearances
Notre-Dame, Dijon
Musée des Beaux-Arts
Vézelay
Hotels
In transit
Roull of Corstorphin
1 Roull Posited
2 At Court
3 To his Cousin in Aberdene
4 His Cousin’s Reply
5 Roull on Musik Fyne
6 Insomnia
7 Plaint
8 Time of Plague
9 To his Wife
10 In Seiknes
11 Roull on Death
12 Ghost of Roull
POST SCRIPTUM
The Barber-Surgeons to James IV
In the Museum of Scotland
Eclipse
My Lady
On the Summit
Piazza del Campidoglio
The Actor’s Farewell
Angel with Lute
IXfrom The Breakfast Room
The Duck Shooters
Conundrum
Just How It Was
The Camellia House
Dougalston
Rain, Rain, Rain
Homecoming Scotland
Gondola
Early Call
The Breakfast Room
Delivery
Sleepless Knight
Awakenings
Double-take
The Loving-cup
Early Morning
Arcadia
Soloist
Beaux Arts Trio
The Life Ahead
Homecoming
Sounds of Music
Sir Robert de Septvans
Carpe Diem
X New Poems
On the Viaduct
Revenants
Knowing the Code
Juggler
An Absence of Crocuses
Field Marks
Nocturne
A Hair in the Gate
In the Garden
Wellcome
Irish Giant
Off the Leash
Tide
Off Iona
Estuary
Fisherman
Resolve
Sea Crossing
Italian Suite
In the Basilica
Train journey
Urbino
In the Palazzo
Room of Angels
Horse chestnuts
The Rooms of the Sweet Oranges
Upholstery
Fox
Hydrangeas
Interloper
Three Poems for Ellis
ICelebrants
IIVisitors
III Stone lion
About the Author
Copyright
I
Todd
My father’s white uncle became
arthritic and testamental in
lyrical stages. He held cardinal sin
was misuse of horses, then any game
won on the sabbath. A Clydesdale
to him was not bells and sugar or declension
from paddock, but primal extension
of rock and soil. Thundered nail
turned to sacred bolt. And each night
in the stable he would slaver and slave
at cracked hooves, or else save
bowls of porridge for just the right
beast. I remember I lied
to him once, about oats: then I felt
the brand of his loving tongue, the belt
of his own horsey breath. But he died,
when the mechanised tractor came to pass.
Now I think of him neighing to some saint
in a simple heaven or, beyond complaint,
leaning across a fence and munching grass.
Ferret
More vicious than stoat or weasel
because caged, kept hungry, the ferrets
were let out only for the kill:
an alternative to sulphur and nets.
Once one, badly mauled, hid
behind a treacle-barrel in the shed.
Throwing me back, Matthew slid
the door shut. From outside
the window, I watched. He stood
holding an axe, with no gloves.
Then it sprang; and his sleeves
were drenched in blood
where the teeth had sunk. I hear
its high-pitched squeal,
the clamp of its neat steel
jaws. And I remember
how the axe flashed, severing
the ferret’s head,
and how its body kept battering
the barrels, long after it was dead.
Farm
The sun drills the shire through and through
till the farm is a furnace, the yard
a quivering wickerwork of flame. Pitchforks
rise and fall, bales are fiery ingots.
Straws sputter like squibs. Stones
explode. From the byre, smack on time,
old Martha comes clattering out
with buttered bannocks and milk in a pail.
Todd, his face ablaze, swims back
in what shadow there is. Hugh and John
stretch out among sheaves. Hens squabble
for crusts; a dog flicks its tail
at a cleg; blueflies bunch like grapes.
Still the sun beats down, a hammer
on tin. And high overhead vapour-trails
drift seaward, out past Ailsa Craig.
Harelaw
Ploughlands roll where limekilns lay
seeping in craters. Where once dense
fibres oozed against gatepost and fence
till staples burst, firm wheatfields sway;
and where quarries reeked, intense
with honeysuckle, a truck dumps load
upon load of earth, of ash and slag
for the raking. Spliced hawsers drag
roots out and wrench the rabbit wood
apart as though some cuckoo fugue
had rioted. On this mossy slope
that raindrops used to drill and drum
through dusk, no nightjar flits nor numb
hawk hangs as listening foxes lope
and prowl; no lilac shadows thumb
the heavy air. This holt was mine
to siege and plunder, here I caged
rare beasts or swayed royally on the aged
backs of horses – here hacked my secret sign,
strode, wallowed, ferreted, rampaged.
But acres crumple and the farm’s new image
spreads over the old. As I face
its change, a truck tips litter; hens assess
bright tins, then peck and squawk their rage.
The truck spurts flame and I have no redress.
Country Dance
Before the advent of the combine
the big mill would lumber from farm
to farm, spouting steam and flame:
stooks extending to the horizon
and beyond, weathered by sun or rain.
Intricate as a dance, was the tying
of the sheaves, on the ground
or against one thigh, to a communal
rhythm; then their hoisting
in the stackyard, forks flashing;
and as though riding on air,
the man on top, under steady
bombardment, circling and weaving,
gold ramparts rising round him
to a music compelling as any eightsome.
Ayrshire Farm
Every new year’s morning the farmers
would meet at Harelaw with their guns
for the shoot. Mungo red in the face,
Matthew hale as a tree, John huge
in old leather. The others in dribs
and drabs, shotguns over their shoulders,
bags flopping at their sides, collars up.
We’d set out across the north park,
the glaur on our leggings freezing
as we left the shelter of the knowes.
No dogs. Even the ferrets on this day
of days left