Brian Wake

Rookie (Liverpool)

Brian Wake Poems

1. Into Hiding 6/8/2013
2. I Never Did Think 6/12/2013
3. Etcetera 6/12/2013
4. Counting Stars 6/12/2013
5. Leading The Blind 6/12/2013
6. Adrift 6/12/2013
7. Paradise 6/12/2013
8. Kept Simple 6/12/2013
9. Books 6/12/2013
10. Throwing Stones 6/12/2013
11. Clutching At Straw 6/12/2013
12. Buried Treasure 6/12/2013
13. Lazarus Meets The Press 6/12/2013
14. Fifty Hats 6/12/2013
15. Signs Of Spring 6/12/2013
16. Rwanda 1994 6/12/2013
17. Country Dancing 6/12/2013
18. Goethe's Clock 6/12/2013
19. Travelling Backwards 6/26/2013
Best Poem of Brian Wake

Travelling Backwards

At thirteen forty five our train begins to move, and, late
to board, what seats remain face not toward but from.
I shuffle off and fold my overcoat and sit, do battle
with a newspaper to find a decent page and settle down
to read.

Behind me, music hisses from a faulty earphone. A child
describes the passing fields; a city child surprised by space
and countryside, surprised by, look mum, cows and sheep.
Across the aisle a blue-haired lady with an open book
is fast asleep.

From where I sit, my awkward view is of the places
we have travelled ...

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Leading The Blind

Blind himself, so Samson’s dog made absolutely no concession
to the dark, but would cross, and bark, the river on a bridge of crocodiles
with neither he nor they aware that either he or they were there.

Without him I’d be lost, said Samson to a passing slave, without him
there would be no morning walks along the mountain paths, no respite
from my infinite regret, or time to contemplate how those I loved continue
now to live out their existences in harmony with everything but me.

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