Peter Redgrove
The Immense Dew of Falmouth
Doorlocks loosened by a harmonious oil, a drop from the
plane's engine touches water, and a rainbow
springs across the wet roofs;
Water is the big sister
and the little sister
the immense dew of Falmouth,
Dew soaking and seductive
visible influence spread on all the roofs,
the moon bright with wonder,
Moons spring up in every roof.
A mist now: instead
of a single moon,
Blossom shining over the sky,
the bloom like an overhanging village
of the shining dead
With its buttresses and alleys,
and every room lit up;
then the bells start ringing
And the mist clears;
I look at the tiny dew
on my hairy sleeves:
Moons!
February 6th 2001 |
