Gillian Clarke Poems
- The Titanic Under the ocean where water falls over the decks...
- Polar Snowlight and sunlight, the lake glacial. Too bright ...
- Six bells 28 June 1960 Perhaps a woman hanging out the ...
- In the reading room You scan the stream, silver-eyed as a ...
- Flood When all's said, and done, if civilisation drowns the...
- Pheidippedes' Daughter Long silver girl who slipped easy and...
- Blue Hydrangeas, September You bring them in, a trug of ...
Gillian Clarke (born 8 June 1937) is a Welsh poet, playwright, editor, broadcaster, lecturer and translator from Wales.
Gillian Clarke was born on 8 June 1937 in Cardiff, and was brought up in Cardiff and Penarth, though for part of the Second World War she was in Pembrokeshire. She lived in Barry for a few years at a house called "Flatholme" on The Parade. Although her parents were Welsh speakers, she was brought up speaking only English and learnt to speak Welsh as an adult - partly as a form of rebellion. She graduated in English from Cardiff University.
Afterwards she spent a year working for the BBC in London.
She then returned to Cardiff, where she married and ... more »
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Under the ocean where water falls
over the decks and tilted walls
where the sea come knocking at the great ship's door,
the band still plays
to the drum of the waves,
to the drum of the waves.
Down in the indigo depths of the sea
the white shark waltzes gracefully
down the water stairways, across the ballroom floor
where the cold shoals flow
and ghost dancers go,
ghost dancers go.
Their dresses are frayed, their shoes are lost.
their jewels and beads and bones are tossed
into the sand, all turned to stone,
as they sing in the ...