There’s going to be a short break while I catch up on a long list of unfinished tasks. More poems will be posted in April, so not long to wait. In the meantime, do browse through the many, many poems on this site. Here are just a few that you might enjoy: ‘Half the Story’ by Ian Duhig – a poem from his eagerly awaited … Continue reading Keep reading the poems
March The sun has broken a sudden sweat And the ditch gushes febrile, unstaunched. Spring, like the stocky dairymaid, Holds in its hands the foaming warmth. How wan the snow; it has the green sickness Thin blue twigs are its feeble veins But life comes steaming from the cowshed And the pitchfork plumps the healthy hay. These days, these days and nights! Midday, … Continue reading ‘March’ by Boris Pasternak translated by Sasha Dugdale
February. Get out the ink and weep! Sob in February, sob and sing While the wet snow rumbles in the street And burns with the black spring. Take a cab. For a coin Be carried through church bells, the chirp of tyres To a place where the torrential rain Is louder still than ink or tears Where, like charred pears A … Continue reading ‘February’ by Boris Pasternak translated by Sasha Dugdale
