The wrongly placed (as it had seemed to him)Apostrophe got up upon its severalTiny feet, strode purposefully across
The margin and began a traverseOf the ridges of his index fingernail.In the meantime, Miles had passed his arm
Around his little sister and was readingTo her as they walked together, up and down,In the garden. No doubt an English
Garden with flowerbeds ─ nothing to matchThe Villa Rincon and its high, cool terraces, The grey-green leaves of the olive trees
Set off by the wrinkling blue of the sea.Page fifty-six was where his marker was.The children had evidently gone inside.
But not the pair of ladies, who were deepIn agitated conversation. Fifty-eight.The cicadas had stopped, leaving behind
One of those silent moments when the worldSeems to have gathered itself togetherAnd be crouching. The younger of the ladies
Was threatening to leave. A pine cone dropped,And he had the uneasy feeling there wasSomeone else looking out from underneath
His eyelids and leaning their elbows(Could it be Quint?) on the sills of his skull.And in that instant nothing seemed to him
More natural than that these things, as heHad read somewhere, should be those other thingsWhich clearly they were absolutely not.
from Other Rooms: New & Selected Poems (2007)
There is a powerfully dramatic and narrative quality to the new poems which preface Neil Curry's Other Rooms,
and we hear in them a wide variety of voices speaking to us from
different times and different places, but speaking to us of things which
nevertheless concern us deeply today. Whatever form Curry adopts is
handled with flexibility and skill, and wherever the poems are set there
is a geographical and linguistic exactness which makes them as
compelling as his acclaimed translations of the classics.
Curry was born in Newcastle upon Tyne and now lives in Ulverston in the
Lake District. His verse translations of Euripides, published by
Methuen and Cambridge University Press, and in the USA by Doubleday,
have been performed in many countries. Enitharmon has published his four
earlier collections: Ships in Bottles (1988), a Poetry Book Society Recommendation, Walking to Santiago (1992), The Bending of the Bow (1993) and The Road to the Gunpowder House (2003).
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