Thursday, March 5, 2026

FABER (U.K.) POETS ~



 



Great Ships


Great ships like trees in the

back yard, under the star

paths; navigators of the

night.  From the top-mast of my

high windows, I observe the

currents, and the

winds I know by their

smell.  Tonight it's the

east wind, cold and

uneasy. Lost cats

crouch in the branches.

The yew berries have all

been trampled onto the

ground.  My husband is curled up

in his bunk - his shift is the early

mornings.  But I am the night watcher.

I call the stars to me and I

name them, each and every one, in

Arabic.


_____________________________


Dorothy Molloy

The Poems of Dorothy Molloy

Faber & Faber  2021







Empathy Class


To demonstrate, the instructor told the group

to try and kiss each other all at the same time.

We tried, but there was no way of telling

if we were making simultaneous contact.

No matter how lovely it felt — our faces

gently knocking — we couldn't be sure

we were all kissing each other. OK.  So

you see my point?  We had to admit we did.


_______________________

Jack Underwood

A Year in the New Life

Faber & Faber, 2021 




Walking the Land


In the days before the auction of the farm

that cold March of 1962,

I led potential buyers through the fields,

showing them the bounds and listening

to their evaluation of the soil.

The good land was to the front of the house:

the Gate Field; Jackson's; the Western Field;

the Stone Field where the standing stone

had been bulldozed into the quarry.

The Cottage Field stretched to the east,

by the lazy-bed ridges of the Well Field

where the dog bounded to greet you,

his hope-filled eyes dazzling.

To the north was the Screen Field and the Furzy Glen

where we had seen long-eared owls

winging mystically through the twilight.

Below the pink spreading hawthorn in Murt's Field

was the Guttery Gap into the Quarry Field

that led to Dominic's Inch where we used to gather

frail mushrooms in the dawn along the river.

But none of these were considerations

that weighed much with the shrewd and thoughtful men

who were pondering a bid for our farmland.


_____________________

Bernard O'Donoghue

The Anchorage

Faber & Faber, 2025