Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Miscellaneous Frontmatter
- Another Look
- A Great-Grandfather
- A Great-Grandmother
- Grandfathers
- Grandmothers
- Birthplace
- My Mother and her Two Brothers
- Their Wedding Photograph
- Sticks and Stones
- Hickory Dickory
- Jolson Sings
- First Day at the Grammar School
- Catching an Old Film on Television
- Days of TEFL
- Snap
- May 1997
- Emma at Seven Months
- Somewhere Down the Line
- No Joke
- For the Man I Used to Go Fishing With
- Fishing in the Grounds of a Therapeutic Community
- Not at his Best
- Dead of Winter
- ‘Committal’
- The Dovecote
- The Idea of Order at Hunts Cross
- Jupiter Optimus Maximus
- Squeezing a Poem out of Me
- Fragment
- Something for Gael Turnbull on his Seventieth Birthday
- Making an Arrangement
- An Invitation to Breakfast from Sydney Smith
- Hiroshima
- Sez I Sez I in Stephen's Green
- Seventh Heaven
- At Drumcliff in 1997
- Getting There
- Mnemósynon
- Moonlight on Leros
- Olives
- The Quality of Greek Light
- Scottish Waiter Bringing Squid
- Funerary Monuments, Aegina
- Taking the Hexameter a Walk
- Moonlight on Aegina
- Whalewatching – Vancouver Island
- Seventh-Storey Heaven
- Sarah Biffin
- Ancestors
- In the Dock Canteen
- On Tape at the Old People's Home
- Winter Solstice 2001
- A Long Way from Home
- Publisher's note
A Long Way from Home
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Miscellaneous Frontmatter
- Another Look
- A Great-Grandfather
- A Great-Grandmother
- Grandfathers
- Grandmothers
- Birthplace
- My Mother and her Two Brothers
- Their Wedding Photograph
- Sticks and Stones
- Hickory Dickory
- Jolson Sings
- First Day at the Grammar School
- Catching an Old Film on Television
- Days of TEFL
- Snap
- May 1997
- Emma at Seven Months
- Somewhere Down the Line
- No Joke
- For the Man I Used to Go Fishing With
- Fishing in the Grounds of a Therapeutic Community
- Not at his Best
- Dead of Winter
- ‘Committal’
- The Dovecote
- The Idea of Order at Hunts Cross
- Jupiter Optimus Maximus
- Squeezing a Poem out of Me
- Fragment
- Something for Gael Turnbull on his Seventieth Birthday
- Making an Arrangement
- An Invitation to Breakfast from Sydney Smith
- Hiroshima
- Sez I Sez I in Stephen's Green
- Seventh Heaven
- At Drumcliff in 1997
- Getting There
- Mnemósynon
- Moonlight on Leros
- Olives
- The Quality of Greek Light
- Scottish Waiter Bringing Squid
- Funerary Monuments, Aegina
- Taking the Hexameter a Walk
- Moonlight on Aegina
- Whalewatching – Vancouver Island
- Seventh-Storey Heaven
- Sarah Biffin
- Ancestors
- In the Dock Canteen
- On Tape at the Old People's Home
- Winter Solstice 2001
- A Long Way from Home
- Publisher's note
Summary
Helenium in Courtenay
last-minute flare-ups
before the damping down,
a guttering bushfire
of orange flower-heads,
going up in smoke,
at odds with
the gravitational
down-drag of earth,
the erotic
uplift of sun …
and, drooping,
failing,
charred already at heart.
That's how
your Vancouver Island garden looked,
when you showed me
where you'd put
your mother's ashes, Tom,
among smouldering helenium
all those air-miles from home.
Home
is where removal men transport belongings to but not
where you belong. Tell me, you sometimes write,
what's happening back home.
It's the down-drag of earth to where we begin, streets left behind,
where first we learn how hard it is to love, the ground of betrayals,
and loyalties, the womb we wormed our way out of. It is
the cramped house you brought her ashes from, the now
tenantless room, its owlish clock, photo frames, its rented
television set, in which they found her huddled
in the final broaching of her blood.
Final Arrangements
Two years ago you came
to make the arrangements,
kipping on our settee,
bags slung for the nonce
(rattling vitamin pills,
crumpled changes of shirt)
on my bedroom floor,
It didn't occur to me to ask,
till you were leaving, where
you'd kept her. Then you confessed,
before you both took flight
for Canada, that I'd
been sleeping with
your mother for three nights,
I admit I used
to fancy her as someone who
might just outlive us or
even perhaps fulfil the hope
one human creature could at least
(there must be odds)
live forever, never die,
this because
I loved her
and envied her longevity,
the tartness of her wit,
because
I wished it fervently.
The Leaving of Liverpool
Talk of a diaspora! All those friends of ours education took
abroad. Yet they were only doing what this restless city's
always done: ship out its men in the hardihood of voyaging,
souls assailed and soiled by longing, guilt, smelling wind
for landfall, wanting home, then, out of pocket, clambering
kit-bagged back up gangways, jostling on companionways,
bunking down, impatient for the screw to turn.
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- Getting There , pp. 74 - 77Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2001