Ken Smith Poems
- Possessions They spent my life plotting against me. With ...
- The Secret Police They are listening in the wires, in the ...
- Train After Max Ernst's 'Europe after the Rain' In ...
- The Window Of Vulnerability Sure today it could come in a ...
- In The Next Street there’s only ever one argument: his, ...
- Encounter At St. Martin's I tell a wanderer's tale, the ...
- The Shadow Of God To Mohács in the marshlands, still in the ...
Kenneth John Smith, poet, born December 4 1938; died June 27 2003
Ken Smith was born in Rudston, a small village in Yorkshire. His father (a farm worker and then greengrocer shop owner), whose life he explores in an early poem, Family Group, moved around, and Ken attended junior schools all over the county. After grammar school in Hull and Knaresborough, he did national service in the ... more »
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They spent my life plotting against me.
With nothing to do but cultivate themselves,
but to be there, aligning their shadows,
they were planning to undo me,
wanting to own me completely.
They have marched through the rooms,
their presences litter the surfaces
close at my elbow calling attention.
When I sleep they begin with their meetings,
when I leave home they hold a convention.
The minutes, the notes, the chairman
calls order, the lamps signal aye. When I die
they'll start in on another,
easy at first, learning his ways.
Now they're gone, taken ...