I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion.
I care no more for fickle moonlight: Would rather see Your face touch me Under a claywork dune-light.
I want no scent or softness round us When we embrace: We could not trace Therein what beauties bound us.
This bare clay-pit is truest setting For love like ours: No bed of flowers But sand-ledge for our petting.
The Spring is not our mating season: The lift of sap Would but entrap Our souls and lead to treason.
This truculent gale, this pang of winter Awake our joy, For they employ Moods that made Calvary splinter.
We need no vague and dreamy fancies: Care not to sight The Infinite In transient necromancies.
No poetry on earth can fasten Its vampire mouth Upon our youth: We know the sly assassin.
We cannot fuse with fallen Nature’s Our rhythmic tide: It is allied With laws beyond the creatures.
by Jack Clemo
A reminder that the deadline for submissions to the Poetry Centre’s International Poetry Prize is 31 August. There are two categories: Open and English as a Second Language, and First Prize in each category is £1000. The competition will be judged by Bernard O’Donoghue and Hannah Lowe, and you can enter by visiting this page.As part of the MCS Arts Festival Oxford (20 June-5 July), the highly-acclaimed poet Roger McGough will be reading on 30 June. You can find more details on the festival site. On 27 June, the festival will also host a youth poetry slam, featuring a wide range of students from across Oxfordshire, and an Illumination Poetry Workshop with Penny Boxhall, Tuesday 30th June, Old Library, University Church of St Mary the Virgin.
‘A Calvinist in Love’ is copyright © Jack Clemo. It is reprinted from Selected Poems (Enitharmon Press, 2015) by permission of Enitharmon Press.
Writing about his work in The Independent, John Mole commented that Clemo was ‘a remarkable and original writer... [whose] charged, evangelical language has a strenuous urgency, a mixture of austere beauty and an often remorseless emphasis on the “striving flesh”, the “storm-flash of grace”.’
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