Learning By Heart
It was that time of year; there would be daffodils
at home, beside hedges, glowing in the rain.
Labouring in the cutting, he saw them dancing.
A poem they had been schooled to learn by heart.
An "inward eye" … that was the trick. A railway
journey back to Raynes Park, shut out the darkness,
the despair of Hellfire Pass. Once, in Thai darkness,
in weather that would have drowned daffodils,