Gillian Clarke Poems
- Catrin I can remember you, child, As I stood in a hot, ...
- My Box My box is made of golden oak, my lover's gift to ...
- Babysitting I am sitting in the wrong room listening For the...
- Letters From Bosnia Wales spelt Vales on the brown ...
- A Difficult Birth An old ewe that somehow till this year had...
- Six bells 28 June 1960 Perhaps a woman hanging out the ...
- Polar Snowlight and sunlight, the lake glacial. Too bright ...
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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I can remember you, child,
As I stood in a hot, white
Room at the window watching
The people and cars taking
Turn at the traffic lights.
I can remember you, our first
Fierce confrontation, the tight
Red rope of love which we both
Fought over. It was a square
Environmental blank, disinfected
Of paintings or toys. I wrote
All over the walls with my
Words, coloured the clean squares
With the wild, tender circles
Of our struggle to become
Separate. We want, we shouted,
To be two, to be ourselves.
Neither won nor lost the struggle
In the ...