Jonathan Ward
Round Midnight
For Barry MacSweeney - a tribute
Your voice, your poems read
down the line from Newcastle
on a rainy London day,
I want a record of all you say:
it’s a golden day in Newcastle,
the rowan trees are still,
berries like gold.
Last night at midnight
in the tipping rain,
in the garden under
dripping trees with
Pearl, outside her rain-
streaming window, out
at 4 am, in pouring rain.
‘Hi-ya Pearl, how ya doin?’
(I don’t want to lose
the magnetic attraction
of that world ...)
Rain on leaves, on borage, on my face,
in my eyes, in the dark,
up a height with Pearl,
it was heaven before we went
down to milk the cows in the byre.
from Two Poems for Barry MacSweeney
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