Clive Sansom Poems
- The Innkeeper’s Wife I love this byre. Shadows are kindly ...
- Mice And Cat One ...
- Snowflakes And did you know That every flake of snow That ...
- The Engine Driver The train goes running along the ...
- The Centurion What is it now? More trouble? Another Jew? I ...
- The Ladybird Tiniest of turtles! Your shining back Is a ...
- Mary Of Nazareth It was like music: Hovering and floating ...
Clive Sansom was a British-born Tasmanian poet and playwright.
Sansom was born on 21 June 1910 in East Finchley, London and educated at Southgate County School, where he matriculated in 1926. He worked as a clerk until 1934, and then studied speech and drama at the Regent Street Polytechnic and the London Speech Institute under Margaret Gullan. He went on to study phonetics under Daniel... more »
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The Innkeeper’s Wife
I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
Scraping of fiddles and the stamping feet.
Only the cows, each in her patient box,
Turn their slow eyes, as we and the sunlight enter,
Their slowly rhythmic mouths.
‘That is the stall,
Carpenter. You see it’s too far gone
For patching or repatching. My husband made it,
And he’s been gone these dozen years and more…’
Strange how this lifeless thing, degraded wood
Split from the tree and nailed and crucified
To make a ...