“Poetry
is to prose as dancing is to walking.” – John Barrington
Wain
Born in England on March 10, 1925 Wain was a prolific poet, novelist and journalist, associated with the post-WWII literary group known as "The Movement.” Wain also taught at several major universities capped by a Poetry Professorship at Oxford.
Among his best-known works are the novel Hurry On Down and a poetry collection Letters To Five Artists. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Wain’s,
Outside, gulls squabbled in the empty street
Outside, gulls squabbled in the empty street. Criticism
and name-calling. Salt air scrubbed the gleaming
Sunday morning walls. Gutter-split stalks, leaves, fuelled the
squalling
and wheeling. Feet, motors, slept. The inured citizens
turned over to snore again. Beside me, my darling
slept in a deeper peace, like a princess in a fable
all through the sea-clean, gull-torn dawn, slept below
dreaming,
stunned by those hours of outrageous bliss, bliss upon bliss,
when love leapt higher than even the fiercest lovers were able.
Patient, I lay, expecting tea and her morning kiss.
J.B. Wain
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