Gwyneth Lewis: From Angle
From Angle
To Les
You’ll know from the pause between your last letter
And this I’m not well. You and I hear
Each other’s depression round half the world—
No answer, and you know I’m curled
Under the duvet and in the dark.
It’s passing now, so I’m down in Angle
To walk it off. At St Mary’s—medieval—
A few of us worship
With Gerald of Wales, priest of this strip
Of fields on a western peninsula.
There’s a chapel of rest for drowned sailors,
The sea’s cold fruit.
It’s blowing a gale
Today and I took shelter inside the walls
Of the Castlemartin Pound
Which doubles up as a round‑
About. In fourteen eighty
It was a pinfold “for impounding stray
Cattle, redeemed … on payment of a fine.”
Today the pound’s a tiny garden
Of suburban uglies: Laurel, Hydrangea,
Privet, berried Cotoneaster
And a palm that’s a fistful of venetian blinds
Being shaken. Mine, all mine.
We are the risen dead. Since that day
After a class in Hay-on-Wye
You’ve been one of my Dads.
You saw the shadow burning in me
(A relative of the one you bear)
And you weren’t scared. We’ve survived
The furnace of Nebuchadnezzar,
The walk in white heat, then the despair
Of being ourselves, enfleshed in that shame
That can kill, though it take a long time.
My father died. I’m crying stones,
Not tears. Today I hate him
For being human. I knew he was dying
When his eyes rolled up in his head
Just as, on telly a baby’s distracted
By the sound boom hovering overhead.
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