Poems from the river
I’ve
just read Al Alvarez's book Pondlife: A Swimmer's Journal in which he
chronicles his daily dips in Hampstead Heath ponds. As a poet and
critic, he draws many parallels between his beloved pond water and many great
literary themes – birth, life, death, nature – referencing several writers along
the way. For example, preoccupied as he is with his own ageing and ailing
health, Alvarez cites John Cheever’s short story, ‘The Swimmer’, in which the
protagonist grows old in the space of just one afternoon’s swimming – ‘the
animal delight of youth running out… seeping away…’. (Another really wonderful book
to read if you love both swimming and literature is Haunts of the Black Masseur: The Swimmer as Hero by Charles
Sprawson.)
Alvarez’s
swimming diary has inspired me to keep one of my own for a week or so, except I’m
going to write short poems instead – ‘tweet-sized’ poems to be exact, a few
lines each day that can be fitted into the 140 characters allowed by Twitter.
Although I don’t have Hampstead Ponds, I do have the very beautiful River Itchen
at the bottom of my garden which I will endeavour to get into every day…
Here
is today’s effort:
It seemed the river had
turned its cold, dark back to me,
But then I dived, its
grace flowed over my head - not aloof at all, just free.
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me on twitter for a daily river poem…
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