
© Gerald England
Composed: Gee Cross, 25th February 1993
Publications
1996 Quickenings (USA)
1996 Mobius (MI, USA)
1997 Lateral Moves (UK)

Unrisen the early mower© GERALD ENGLAND
only the all night lit windows
hint of humanity in gardens
where an indolent owl flies
sleepwalking in the misty joy
past the church by the green
to the highporched barn of a deserted farm
It alone gives life
to the doorless stables and cumbered stalls
The weathervane fox is rusted south
never telling of the hateful east
the rainy west or crude north wind
Luxuriant nettles, tall tansy
fleabane, dandelions, hawkweeds
testify to anxious labourers
leaning on plough or scythe or hoe
to watch the hounds or a carriage go by
Not fifty yards away
beyond a shadowy corner
seen in the broad halflight before sunrise
the crimson of uncountable poppies
enmeshed with thoughts of mist pearl
desirable as an Italian illusion
having the serene strange beauty
of a woman born of summer air
Yet half an hour
would have seen them reaped
To have come thus far
and know the distance less
to be less than the equal of a poppy
- how else retain the courage
still to voyage on ?
The poppies still shine
and from his tower of ivory
yet does the blackbird sing
© GERALD ENGLAND
Quietly a hospital lost another patient
while a son was being driven
to his sick father's side too late
It was Sunday but the wrong time of the month
and a woman ill at home in bed
waited the return of the driver
Somewhere in a distant bed
the mother of his child
was mourning for herself
Another mother left her sick child
to attend the bereaved
on a warm afternoon walk
Sympathy saturated souls
sought out the threads that bound
That afternoon
at least one angel was made

The woman is seated
leaning
almost
against the blankness of the wall
She is covered entirely in her cloak
Her eyes are closed in sleep
her pale face tilted
From the closeknitted brow
runs her sharp bone nose
to a tight mouth that is not smiling
Her hands are closed beneath her cloak
She remains here
nearly
sleeping
Her tiredness
is what binds her to the world
which itself is closed in tiredness
to her
© Gerald England
i could© GERALD ENGLAND
have closed
the door
not let
you go
i left
it open
you left
i had hoped
you might
have stayed
the door
being open
you not
passing through
so as
you go
i only
ask
be careful
how you close
the door
behind
you
Be quiet© GERALD ENGLAND
Behave yourself
All morning
you've been rattling at my window
whistling past my chimneytop
shaking the leaves off the trees
banging the not-properly-shut door downstairs
trying to impress me
with your existence
trying to entice me
out of my Sunday-morning bed
Yes
I know
it is a fine and sunny day
but leave me be
and let me stay
Fique quietoGERALD ENGLAND
Comporte-se
Toda a ,manha
voce esta uivando em minha janela
assobiando por cima da minha chamine
sacudino as folhas das arvores
batendo as portas do andar de baixo
que nao foram bem fechadas
tentando me impressionar
com sua existencia
tentando me atrair
para fora da minha cama
domingo de manha
Sim
eu sei
e' um lindo dia de sol
mas deixa-me estar
e deixa-me ficar.