“Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.” – John Barrington Wain
Born in England in March of 1925, Wain was a prolific poet, novelist and journalist, associated with the post-WWII literary group known as "The Movement.” Led by the award-winning Hurry On Down and Young Shoulders, he wrote 14 novels, 3 short story collections and 9 collections of poetry, including the much-lauded 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, fueled 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.
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