Something, I Forget
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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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Something, I Forget - Angela Leighton
Something, I Forget
Angela Leighton
CONTENTS
Title Page
Epigraph
STONE GROUND
Snowdrop
Frost Work
Water like a Stone
Skaters
Pebbles
Stone Prayer
Tarn and Wall
Villa dei Misteri, Pompeii
Another Lost Shoe
On the Cobbled Ways
For a Roman Shade
1 Lapis Niger
2 Stone Pine
3 Dis Manibus
4 Libation
5 Marble Boy
A Parting Stone
SEA CROSSINGS
Rain Fugue
Rain Scherzo
Sea Level
The Road Taken: Larpool Viaduct
Sea Fret
In a Glass, Lightly
Westwards from Venice
For a Glass Harp
Fish Market
From the Lighthouse
From Poetry’s Lighthouse, again
Sound Crossings
Launched
By the tide of Humber
Sonnet for a Fisherman
Elegy: Long Crossings
Ditty for the Poets
RIDDLING HELL
A Musician in War Time
Book
Prayer to the Skull with Ears
Tone Poem after News
Returns
The Emperor’s Fool
Riddling Voices
SUMMONING HEAVEN
First Love
In the Museum of the Rude Arts
Optics: for Writing a Poem
Sugar Poppet: All Souls’ Night
Cruciform Sonnet on the Art
Lines: Linen
Last Judgement
El Soplon
Ascensions
‘Paraíso’
In the Rope-Makers’ Yard
REMEMBERING GARDENS
Unquiet Sleepers
Lark Rise
Curlew
Canens to Picus
Murmurations
A Child in the Garden
Two Songs
1 Allotment
2 A Scattering
A Secret Garden
Lowna Quaker Graveyard
Under the Banyan Tree
Calendula Sicula
Imposter
Bargain Basement
To the Lord of Forgetting
Cyclamen at the Winter Solstice
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Angela Leighton
Copyright
I made this. I have forgotten
And remember.
t. s. eliot
A poem will be written if in the grip of memory we are able to forget.
james longenbach
11
A thought in your ear, my friend – a word in your pocket.
A phrase for fingering, player – a tune for caressing.
A breath in your hair, love – a touch of nothing.
A line in your sight, reader – a space for pausing.
A beat in your leaving, traveller – a time for going.
A verse in your hand, my dear – to keep… forgetting.
SOMETHING, I FORGET
15
STONE GROUND
Grief cuts no ice.
Its stone drives deep.
It sings to keep
a silence live.
It laughs to cry.
Then takes the long
steep road – to write
a way to weep
17
Snowdrop
I dropped off just now and dreamt I was writing to you –
and maybe I was, or am – tenses confuse.
So we’ll take what comes in the present, whether dreamed or no,
use handy pronouns – I, most like this wand
of a pen that wavers along the line’s narrow feint –
a perfect blank of thought or paper, verse
or purpose – for the feints of phrase we might call true.
For I was never just mine, or you, you.
Something I wanted to say which slips my mind…
So here’s a garden instead, and a snowdrop stiffened –
its natural antifreeze anticipating zero
(survival technique), like unfeeling learned, like frozen
bedrock closeting its secret deep in the earth.
Here’s my wilding garden of remembrance. It will run
to seed. But today, deep winter clamps and leaves
just a fragile whiteness surprised in its shivering bracket.
18
Frost Work
Jack-the-lad with his spray-can whitener
gifts a cruel jewelry to the world:
sparkling moonstones for the bones of branches
prickly karst to stiffen the short grass
flecks of pearl for the crossbeam webs
opals to frill the wings of cyclamen,
and a frozen kiss for that alabaster look-alike:
Cupid with a bird-bath, poised to draw
an arrow across quartz water, cracked
for thirst, for love – for solvencies of rain.
19
Water like a Stone
Christmas, a cold day –
and lost to ourselves in a windless heaven
with all that story fallen away
(peace and goodwill, a baby in the hay)
we walk uphill from the world’s quarrelling,
our company, weather –
true cosmopolitan fetched from elsewhere,
drifter-stranger – and we together
following the night’s sketchy snow for a trail
to the late moon’s uplands, one step away,
reach a small shore –
water polished to a drumskin of ice
where each skimmed stone knocks