Martin McLean Poems
- True Vitality In the mid-seventies, on board a flight From ...
- Update Of Sonnet 129 The foul destroyer of love is ...
- Sestina For Seven Characters (Woman to child) Sweetheart, ...
- Lone Walker On my street walk intriguing life ...
- Recalcitrant Memory Memory's deception is ...
- Not For Me A Beautiful Woman On the sitting room wall when I ...
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In the mid-seventies, on board a flight
From Tanga to Dar es Salaam, the seat
Next to me was taken by a woman
With baby. She was dressed unsuitably
In tweed, most probably for the first time.
She tugged repeatedly at her thick skirt,
Though it quite fully covered her knees.
I wondered whether I should promise
I would not look, then thought better of it.
The plane took off. The woman, on my side,
Pulled out her breast and then fed her baby.
Shamefaced, I reflected what little worth
Our wazungu codes of decorum had
In face of such natural life ...