poet Geoffrey Hill

Geoffrey Hill

September Song

born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.

As estimated, you died. Things marched,
sufficient, to that end.
Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented
terror, so many routine cries.

(I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true)

September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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  • Peter Shrubb (3/4/2019 6:41:00 PM)

    Perhaps an alternative title could be “A Death Camp Commander Remembers”. The poem can be read as the recollection of a who escaped post war justice having brutalised a child and sent his victim to die in a gas chamber along with thousands of others. He is smug because he got away with it. There are many such people who quietly gloat over evading retribution for their evil deeds.

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  • Peter Shrubb (3/3/2019 7:02:00 PM)

    Perhaps an alternative title could be “A Death Camp Commander Remembers”. The poem can be read as the recollections of a who escaped post war justice and who, in the autumn of his life, recalls how he brutalised a child and then sent his victim to die in a gas chamber along with thousands of others. He is smug because he got away with it. There are many such people who quietly gloat on evading retribution for their evil deeds.

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  • Borret Yarn (3/11/2008 3:01:00 AM)

    Geoffrey Hill is the most interesting English poet we have. You can enjoy re-reading his work more than any other simply because it is so layered.
    Please submit more

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