[ilds] The solace of such work. . . .and truth

Charles Sligh slighcl at wfu.edu
Sun Sep 16 14:24:47 PDT 2007

Marc has written with a request for clarification about the "Paris Journal." 
Jamie can continue his reading of the poem from within that biographical
context, and meanwhile here follows the entire poem for reference.



[from Collected Poems: 1931-1974 (1985), Faber and Faber]

For David Gascoyne (1939)

Monday escapes destruction.
Record a vernal afternoon,
Tea on the lawn with mother,
A parochial interest in love, etc.
By the deviation of a hair,
Is death so far, so far, no further.

Tuesday: visibility good: and Wednesday.
A little thunder, some light showers.
A library book about the universe.
The absence of a definite self.
O and already by Friday hazardous,
To Saturday begins the slow reverse.
A Saturday without form. By midnight
The equinox seems forever gone:
Yet the motionless voice repeating:
'Bless the hills in paradigms of smoke,
Manhair, Maidenhair meeting.'

But today Sunday. The pit.
The axe and the knot. Cannot write.
The monster in its booth.
At a quarter to one the mask repeating:
'Truth is what is
Truth is what is Truth?'


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