A Poem by Alice Oswald

I was shocked to find out yesterday that the poet (and former Professor of Poetry at Oxford University) Alice Oswald has been arrested under the UK’s draconian anti-terrorism laws at a peaceful protest for holding up a sign supporting Palestine Action, an organization opposed to the ongoing genocide being committed by Israel against the people of Gaza. Among the others arrested were an 89-year old woman and a blind man in a wheelchair. I expect these absurd and unjust actions will achieve the exact opposite of what the Government intended.

Anyway, I am an admirer of the poetry of Alice Oswald. I posted one of her poems here, and have four collections of her poems:

I thought I would post another now to express solidarity with Alice Oswald. This one is from the first of the collections shown above, in which it is simply titled Sonnet, though it is not a form of sonnet I have ever seen before!

Spacecraft Voyager 1 has boldly gone
into Deep Silence carrying a gold-plated disc inscribed with
whale-song
it has bleeped back a last infra-red fragment of language
and floated way way up over the jagged edge
of this almost endless bright and blowy enclosure of weather
to sink through a new texture as tenuous as the soft upward
pressure of an an elevator
and go on and on falling up steep flights of blackness with
increasing swiftness
beyond the Crystalline Cloud of the Dead beyond Plato beyond
Copernicus
O meticulous swivel cameras still registering events
among those homeless spaces gathering in that silence
that hasn't yet had time to speak in that increasing sphere
of tiny runaway stars notched in the year
now you can look closely at massless light
that is said to travel freely but is probably in full flight

by Alice Oswald

#AliceOswald #Gaza #genocide #Israel #PalestineAction #Poem #Poetry #Sonnet #SpacecraftVoyager1

Fox #aliceOswald

I heard a cough
as if a thief was there
outside my sleep
a sharp intake of air

a fox in her fox-fur
stepping across
the grass in her black gloves
barked at my house

just so abrupt and odd
the way she went
hungrily asking
in the heart's thick accent

in such serious sleepless
trespass she came
a woman with a man's voice
but no name

as if to say: it's midnight
and my life
is laid beneath my children
like gold leaf
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/90861/fox-57ebdf5d8cd6d

Fox

I heard a cough as if a thief was there outside my sleep a sharp intake of air a fox in her fox-fur stepping across the grass in her black gloves barked at my house just so abrupt and odd the way she went hungrily asking in the heart's thick accent in such serious sleepless trespass she came a…

The Poetry Foundation

A poem I always return to at this time of year as we wait for spring.

Alice Oswald, 'Wood Not Yet Out'.

('and calls by name the leaves that aren't yet there'.)

#AliceOswald #poetry #February #poems #nature

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“electrostatically alert through every hair to the least shift of the ionosphere at last it lifts on tiptoe and lovely to behold like a bare twig it begins to blow wherever the wind will take it but the wind is the most distracted messenger I know”

#AliceOswald #Nobody #Poetry #bookstodon

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A goddess or fog-shape in full wedding dress
sulks in that loneliness what a winter creature whose lover loathes the everlasting clouds of her and sits in tears staring at the pleasure-crinkled sea but she as if a dash of hope
discoloured her sight stands waiting the way a spider when it wishes to travel simply lets out a silken”

aerial

#AliceOswald #poetry

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The Guardian

"between each unit [of intonation] there is a moment in which the poem breathes, the focus shifts, the bones fly open" (Alice Oswald, on Homer, in a lecture on lines)

#poetry #lineation #TheArtOfThePoeticLine #AliceOswald #Homer

@esmichelson

💚 Your amazing tree may appreciate this brief but (to me) brilliant sparkler by Alice Oswald (Falling Awake, 2016)

"YOU MUST NEVER SLEEP UNDER A MAGNOLIA"

when the tree begins to flower like a glimpse of

Flesh

when the flower begins to smell as if its roots have reached

the layer of Thirst upon the unsealed jar of

Joy

Alice, you should never sleep under so much pure pale

so many shriek-mouthed blooms

as if Patience had run out of

Patience

*

#AliceOswald
#poetry

Alice Oswald, omg.

"You must never sleep under a magnolia"

#poetry #AliceOswald

A line of Shags criticising the weather at the start line this morning.
#aliceoswald