Saturday, 29 August 2009

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  Gillian Clarke

  

  I just wanted to write a little bit about Gillian Clarke, a poet and an inspirational woman. She was one of the writters I studied in depth (along with Seamus Heaney) for my GCSE English Literature.

  Here is one of my favourite poems from her that I enjoyed analysing.

  Catrin

  I can remember you, child,
  As I stood in a hot, white
  Room at the window watching
  The people and cars taking
  Turn at the traffic lights.
  I can remember you, our first
  Fierce confrontation, the tight
  Red rope of love which we both
  Fought over. It was a square
  Environmental blank, disinfected
  Of paintings or toys. I wrote
  All over the walls with my
  Words, coloured the clean squares
  With the wild, tender circles
  Of our struggle to become
  Separate. We want, we shouted,
  To be two, to be ourselves.

  Neither won nor lost the struggle
  In the glass tank clouded with feelings
  Which changed us both. Still I am fighting
  You off, as you stand there
  With your straight, strong, long
  Brown hair and your rosy,
  Defiant glare, bringing up
  From the heart's pool that old rope,
  Tightening about my life,
  Trailing love and conflict,
  As you ask may you skate
  In the dark, for one more hour.

  By Gillian Clarke

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