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trying to find enid's poem

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DoesntChristmasDragOn · 11/12/2004 09:28

Another thread with no initial post!

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tigermoth · 11/12/2004 09:38

that's wierd. I started this and did type in a message.

anyway, all I wanted to find was the Rising Five poem that Enid put on mumsnet a while back. Really good poem I thought, and I couldn't find it in the Poetry Club thread list.

WigWamBam · 11/12/2004 13:46

Is it this one?

"Rising Five" - (Norman Nicholson)

'I'm rising five,' he said,
'Not four,' and little coils of hair
Unclicked themselves upon his head.
His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare
At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light
Above his toffee buckled cheeks. He'd been alive
Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more:
not four,
But rising five.

Around him in the field the cells of spring
Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot
And stem shook out the creases from their frills,
And every tree was swilled with green.
It was the season after blossoming,
Before the forming of the fruit:
not May,
But rising June.

And in the sky
The dusk dissected the tangential light:
not day,
But rising night;
not now,
But rising soon.

The new buds push the old leaves from the bough.
We drop our youth behind us like a boy
Throwing away his toffee wrappers. We never see the flower,
But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit,
But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed
In the baby's cradle, we look for the grave in the bed:
not living,
But rising dead.

tigermoth · 12/12/2004 09:17

Thank you so much, wwb :)

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