Academic journal article The Hudson Review

When I Didn't Get the News

Academic journal article The Hudson Review

When I Didn't Get the News

Article excerpt

I was on the Welsh coast, off

St. David's, on a bluff

looking down on the Adantic

wiüi Chrissy (chicken sandwiches,

strawberries and champagne

might have been die thing) .

Instead, we drove

to the Snowdonian sunset

and returned to die full,

die rising moon.

I didn't get die news,

but slowly through the night

slept out die sweat of ages

channeled like a current over stones,

and woke to a day as calm and ordinary

as a blur of hedgerow,

a sunlit quarter of portioned field.

Small roadside phalanxes of foxglove

marshaled me to peace.

And that was when,

long after it had happened,

I did get die news,

or my computer did,

the simple fact that you were dead

and that I'd missed die whole final drama

while in my life.

The day of sunlight on the swales

and lowing cattle, glowing coals

of hillside sheep,

the day of fantasies about the perfect hovel

on the hill, the day we would try

to keep,

that day was the day my mother died,

simple fact - a useful thing, that -

and became not here

across thousands of miles of sea

and air. …

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