Partial Shade: Poems New and Selected
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John Birtwhistle
John Birtwhistle was born in Scunthorpe in 1946. He received an Eric Gregory Award in 1975 and ten years later his third book was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. Nearly all his work has been supported by public money, whether through education as a Lecturer in English at the University of York, or through Arts Council funding of books, fellowships and opera, or through the NHS income of his wife Mireille. Since 1992, he has lived in Sheffield with his family. He is working on a new collection of poems, and on a book about poets confronting death.
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Partial Shade - John Birtwhistle
Partial Shade
POEMS NEW AND SELECTED
John Birtwhistle
CARCANET POETRY
With gratitude
to my editor-publishers
through many years
peter jay
michael schmidt
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Foreword
I
The Flowering Currant
For One Night Only
Sole Proprietor
The English Cemetery in Florence
A Swallow
The Core
Wedding Song
Lines Pinned to a Study Door
II
Riddle of the Skin
At Swine Sty
An Archaeologist Explains a Scar
John Bradford, Executed 1555
Minutes of the Loose Village Cottage Gardeners’ Society: Selections from Manuscript in Maidstone Museum
For the Child who Gave Mayakovsky an Orange, October 1913
About Yevtushenko’s Babi Yar
The Market
Writing for Amnesty
Sigint
Destiny
The Queen’s Shilling
Seventh of November, 1956
Emblem
From Shadow of the Advisors
Rings of Jade
Entrepreneur’s Progress
Response
To Live by the Barracks
In England Now Abed
Fargate
In Times of Pestilence
From a Journal of the Plague Year
On Intensive Care
Disturbed Habitat
Riposte
III
Haysaving: A Connemara Journal
And All Went to be Taxed
IV
The Quickening
Ethnic Monitoring
The Sling
Life Modelling
On a January Morning
Sketch of a Young Musician, Intent
On a Pebbly Beach
The Turning Loose
My Son Found a Cow’s Pelvis
Son of Grief
Ancient Flower Forms: Genus Magnolia
In Spate
By Derwent Dam
Calling Jamie
V
The Griffin’s Tale
VI
Alexander to Charon
A Shadow Leans Against a Tree
My Strike-a-Light
At the Barber’s
That Day at King’s Cross Station
From Where I Stood
To One Who Took His Own Life
Improvisations
Winter Walk
Written Under the Wisteria
Orders of Burial
Conversation
Looking After
An Humble Petition to the Fairy Officers
VII
On the Fell
Connemara Walls
Distrust of Limestone: A Grotesque
Scene in Tuscany
In the Public Gardens, Bordeaux
Asked by my Mother which of my Father’s Things I would Like to be Given
The Best Excuse I Ever Heard
Memento
Windswept Sea
Hitch-Hiker’s Curse on Being Passed By (Excerpt)
Aesthetic
Surfing the Movies
Picture
To the Lighting Engineer
On a Certain Poet
A Spot of Time
Reflection
A Type of Venus
On a Miniature by Anton Webern
Muted Lament
Seated Figure of an Old Lady
At the Theatre of Myra
Annunciation with Black Squares
Dutch Interior
Properties of Vanitas Painting
An Inquiry into the Portrait of John Whitehurst by Joseph Wright of Derby
Guided Tour
The Path to Courrières
Pommes D’Amour as Affect of a Dream
Where’s the Poetry in That?
VIII
Tree Surgeons
From An Essay on Bashō
Silver Birch
Versions of Jisei Written on the Verge of Death
Intraface
Aubade
Metamorphosis
Cypress: An Ode
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Copyright
Foreword
I see from the radiocarbon dating that my first collection of poems came out in 1972. There are many ways of selecting over such a period, none of them right or wrong, so I should explain that the book in your hands is not a chronological selection from previous books in order of publication. Nor does it tell a life story in order of composition. Rather, I have treated the body of work as though I had been asked by a stranger to look through a bag of loose anonymous undated papers in the hope of shaping some of them into a book.
I have found eight thematic groupings. This owes less to any Selected Poems formula than it does to the art of Anthology, which arranges materials from a variety of times and authors. I have listened for conversation across and against the years, moods and forms. The somewhat longer poems in sections IV and VI are interludes in this arrangement.
In a few cases, I have excerpted or revised for this book (even altering a few titles). The first publication of each poem is noted in the Acknowledgements. And in a Carcanet Blog I have gone into more detail about the reasons and motives (I can hardly say principles) by which these poems have been selected, edited and arranged.
I
14
The Flowering Currant
As though from the Chinese
1
The linnet sings
The bullrush stands again
Grey water blues again at the brim
The storm flakes out
Only the watcher is troubled still
2
Today received several complaints
issued few instructions
forgot about verse
Dark finds me studying
another paper alone
3
My duties take care of themselves
Decisions are made elsewhere
Many would say I ought to be content
to breathe these orange-flowers
filled with memories
4
An inner courtyard
silently walls in
your absence with a disused well
I gaze from my desk
embezzling time
5
I joke somewhat stiffly
Colleagues wonder
Has he a heart in his ribs?
My heart may tremble
My back is a yardstick
6
Much of the afternoon
when I should be writing reports
I draft these lines on willow leaves
as they fall sharp
in patterns on the many paths
7
The first official
day of spring finds me
collecting fines
and the longstemmed
flowering currant in flower
8
I get noticed for the willow verse
Larger matters are not in my gift
The willow curves in its own script
Eye for detail has the say
in offices like mine
9
In this courtyard
a famous dialogue is set
and we discussed it here
Duty keeps calling me back
where I can look out for you
10
Silky sky
haze of pollen
are bringing back my thoughts
Once we were candid
and cast a single shade
11
As the peartree fails
and friends drop away
it is often the slightest things
Child’s play with pebbles
The scent of rain long delayed
12
My young colleague passes
a newborn son
round the table like a cheese
wishing him nothing but brains
which have done so much for us
13
Having once passed exams
l can sit at this table
tracing name after name
and absently look up at the wall
and name what frightens me
14
Press gangs
go with my seal
along the springline villages
though l would rather protect
the poor of this world
15
l dreamed again
of the slight field
in the small of the hill
as though the edge could keep
when the knife is melted down
16
Horsemen muster on the plain
Stupid birds will soon be setting out
where I am forbidden to go
longing for here
where I used to hear you laugh
17
A brace of duck
beck and call
neither calling first
The sun a crimson seal
The lake a cleaned mirror