Friday, 30 December 2016

A poem by Tom Sastry

Before entering 2017


Try to see clearly what it is you love.
Whatever you love, be honest.
If it is your family, more than the world
do not be ashamed.
If it is your cat
or the smother of the morning bed
or a certain goal scored at Wembley in the 1970s
have no regrets.
Be proud of your love.
Bring it to mind. Bring it to the front
ahead of all other concerns.
It is hard to do but not impossible.
Hold it, as literally as you can, in your hands.
It is touching you. Touch it back.
Say goodbye.
You need to get it out of the country.
You need to preserve it.
Write it, draw it, pickle it, cure it
freeze it, hide it, bury it,
put it in a bottle,
tell it to a friend,
carry it in the hollow sole of an old shoe
to wherever it will be safe.

And when hope has bolted
into the deepest cave of your belly
hiding from all the temporary things,
the memory of your love will have a form
and you can summon it -

when its lightness feels like an insult,
when you need it most.






Tom Sastry is a poet and spoken word artist living in Bristol. He has been widely published in print and online. In 2015 six of his poems were selected from tens of thousands for inclusion in the anthology The best of 52. He was chosen by Carol Ann Duffy as one of the 2016 Laureate’s Choice poets and his debut pamphlet Complicity was published by Smith/Doorstop in October 2016.

3 comments:

  1. Love this poem. I admire it so much I have re blogged this...hope you don't mind.

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  2. Amazing. I want to carry this poem around with me everywhere.

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  3. I want to say something clever, but this deserves a simple yet hearty "Amen."

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