An Elegy

“Jean, my elder sister has died after a difficult six months for her and her children. At her funeral last week in Devon, Amanda, her eldest, my niece and goddaughter read the following poems. They are quite beautiful and profound for us all in our own lives, as we live each day.” Sally Campbell IF …

Poem for July

The Swallows’ Nest Shutters, broken, firewood, a rake, a wrought- iron bed, the torch-lit rafters of the lumber-room, you showing me one bird tucked in a home- made bracket of spittle and earth, while its mate slept perched on the rim, at an angle exact as a raised latch. by Kathleen Jamie Kathleen Jamie was …

A Poem for June

Poem by Charles Simic Every morning I forget how it is. I watch the smoke mount In great strides above the city. I belong to no one. Then, I remember my shoes, How I have to put them on, How bending over to tie them up I will look into the earth. This poem is …

Poem for May

Animalsby Frank O’Hara Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners the whole pasture looked like our …

April’s Poem

The Good-Morrowby John Donne I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, …

Poem for March

Squarings by Seamus Heaney Squarings? In the game of marbles, squarings Were all those anglings, aimings, feints and squints You were allowed before you’d shoot, all those Hunkerings, tensings, pressures of the thumb, Test-outs and pull-backs, re-envisagings, All the ways your arms kept hoping towards Blind certainties that were going to prevail Beyond the one-off …

Poem for February

I’m Nobody! Who are you?by Emily Dickinson  I’m nobody !   Who are you ? Are you nobody, too ? Then there ’s a pair of us — don’t tell ! They ’d banish us, you know.   How dreary to be somebody ! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day …

Poem for January

A Man’s a Man for a’That  by Robert Burns   Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an’ a’ that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that! For a’ that, an a’ that. Our toils obscure an a’ that, The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The …

Sir Kenneth Calman at Brodick Library

Sir Kenneth Calman, ex-Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, England and Wales, Chancellor of the University of Glasgow, and from 2008 to 2009, convener of the Calman Commission on Scottish devolution, was at Brodick Library on the 22nd November with his wife Ann, to read some selections from his new book of poetry, Afterthoughts. David Underdown …