- Poems by Aidan Andrew Dun

Two Poems by Aidan Andrew Dun




Black Passing



The black country night of the present time

goes clinking with silver down the land,

small cries of newborn life and the constellations

in the rocking dark of late-august dog-days

when the near star rages and Isis goes howling

for the body of the summer, lately slain

in rising winds, his golden torso broken.


These early signs of death in the year

and loss, the escaping quality of life,

show more brutally the small divisions,

ownership and loneliness everywhere here.

The year falls stumbling down, old hobo,

landless traveller across the earth,

mendicant time who wears tattered clothes,

whose hair is matted and thick with experience.


And the last country night of the royal stars

sighs in a long black avenue of limes,

pines for the outcast in deepening obscurity

who runs in his exodus westward,

once-green messiah of the bells and horns,

hat full of rainbows and coloured twilights,

crowned king of imperious summer, gone.







April Time



In April time when the world opens its doors

I look again at the casual bliss of all things.

Down on the inland waterways I return,

studying the vernal wind in its adventures,

watching ghostly reflections on an old wall.

I am in search of happiness. Nothing more.


Sometimes I see a young couple in the sunlight,

patching the old wooden cruiser which is their home.

A blue sky and a white marina terrify me

because in some way she resembles you.

There is a happy man in the intimate twilight

where an old boat rocks hypnotically, a bed of love.


I walk on hardly able to bear the comparison.

Here is a strange seed which has taken root

in the side of a wall, halfway up the sky,

vertical oasis on an empty brick-face, foolish

climber from the condition of everyday weeds,

strand of something that somehow resembles me.


I will lie down here, contemplate this mooring

not yet in the harbour of the calm sky above,

nor lashed by salvation in a crystal city, yet

still some distance from old ambiguities below.

Who can reckon the nearness of the sun,

only a wind-shaken finger to measure the sky?



Aidan Andrew Dun is British. He's had two epic poems published in the UK by Goldmark, Vale Royal in 1995, Universal in 2002. The first of these earned praise from Derek Walcott, who said 'Vale Royal moves with the ease and the clarity of a fresh spring over ancient stones, making its myths casual, even colloquial-- an impressive achievement.' The theme of Vale Royal (which is composed in terza rima) is the psychogeography of the Kings Cross area of London. Universal has also been widely reviewed, notably in the TLS, where John Greening compared it to Ezra Pound's Cantos. He has a third epic in first draft and a fourth in preparation.

His shorter poems have been published in many British and some European journals. The London Magazine has published shorter pieces but two medium length poems (not epics) have also found their way into that journal. His work is now beginning to appear quite widely on the web.

He was born in London but raised in the West Indies. He now lives in Hampstead, North London, Keats-country. His house is visible from where he sits to write on Parliament Hill.

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