A poem for these times..

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April, London

Eamon Lynskey

 

In Mile End Park the daffodils

explode again and he’s beside me

 

telling how they’re good as any

fringed the edge of Ullswater.

 

He talks about the beautiful,

the way it is inseparable

 

from the brutal. Think, he says,

the ghostly language of the earth:

 

its cresting waves: such majesty –

and threat. Its mountain peaks – reminders

 

of our frailty. And yet –

this splendid, fluttering host!

 

I think

 

the splendid, serried ranks that roared

at Nuremberg and prophesied

 

the bones and blitzmuck of this bombsite

underneath our feet. But yes,

 

they’re beautiful and good as any

trimmed the banks of Windermere

 

that spring that year. Or any year,

whatever bad our futures bring.

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