Tony Harrison

(1937 - / Leeds / England)

Long Distance Ii - Poem by Tony Harrison

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.

He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.

I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.


Submitted by Scott Dagostino


Comments about Long Distance Ii by Tony Harrison

  • sushila (12/17/2019 4:19:00 AM)

    this poem reminds me of my long lost love sushila number 2. (Report)Reply

    Thankamani(12/17/2019 4:25:00 AM)

    Susu, is this you? Please find me my darling. Love you beta. I have made your favorite pakoras and aloo gobi

    Thankamani(12/17/2019 4:22:00 AM)

    My darling, is this you? ? Please find me.

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  • Muzahidul RezaMuzahidul Reza (4/6/2018 12:11:00 AM)

    put hot water bottles her side of the bed
    and still went to renew her transport pass......... well penned
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  • Joshua AdeyemiJoshua Adeyemi (4/5/2018 5:36:00 PM)

    He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
    though sure that very soon he'd hear her
    key
    scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
    He knew she'd just popped out to get the
    tea.
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  • Geeta Radhakrishna MenonGeeta Radhakrishna Menon (4/5/2018 12:07:00 PM)

    The emotions and events are so poignantly expressed.
    It tugs at the heart. Beautiful poem dear poet.
    I loved it.
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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (4/5/2018 8:56:00 AM)

    This is a great poem, I think, in its poignancy, wry humor and wisdom, and the craft that packages it. The last stanza both follows and surprises with what precedes it—it’s a kicker, a flourishing finish, an exclamation point to the whole. -GK (Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (4/5/2018 3:50:00 AM)

    and the disconnected number I still call.
    Wow, such a beautiful write. Thanks for the sharing.
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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (4/5/2018 2:07:00 AM)

    Such a brilliant poem by Tony Harrison👍👍👍 (Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (3/18/2018 2:02:00 PM)

    Love conquers death. Well written! (Report)Reply

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  • Glenys Arthur (1/7/2018 9:04:00 AM)

    Through the experiences and challenges of daily life, I forgot the depth of Tony Harrison's work. (Report)Reply

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  • Kshirod Kumar DehuryKshirod Kumar Dehury (12/1/2017 11:38:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem.Ths poem is heart touching poem.Thanksgiving for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Bobcat (11/26/2017 12:52:00 PM)

    Tony Harrison is hands down the greatest poet England has produced in the last 50 years. Even better than G. Hill. (Report)Reply

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  • Mr Skinnypenis (11/26/2017 8:57:00 AM)

    This poem is quality reminds me of my glory days.... (Report)Reply

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  • Julie SmithJulie Smith (4/5/2017 3:49:00 PM)

    It's the most terrible thing ever when someone you love is gone... Beautiful poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/5/2017 12:33:00 PM)

    Sometimes people build shrines to the memories of those they loved and lost..A headstone or an urn are too cold but personal possessions of the loved one are closely heartfelt as a reminder..Life may end when we physically die but memories remain alive for as long as someone lives and loves.. (Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (4/5/2017 9:43:00 AM)

    Just the same! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (4/5/2017 7:53:00 AM)

    Skillfully crafted a veiled truth just waiting to be unveiled by our time. Fantastic the expression to make us believe the fact abstract but unavoidable. Beautiful. (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (4/5/2017 2:41:00 AM)

    End his grief.... thanks for posting.., , (Report)Reply

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  • Tom Allport (4/5/2017 2:18:00 AM)

    a poem of how some of us deal with the loss of a loved one? beautifully written. (Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (4/5/2017 1:49:00 AM)

    A very sad poem indeed. How overwhelming is the absence of our loved ones when the are not around. Thanks a lot for sharing the same. (Report)Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/25/2016 9:03:00 AM)

    Inspiring and sentiments filled poem....10++ (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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