Mrs Baldwin Poem by Fleur Adcock
Mrs Baldwin
And then there's the one about the old woman
who very apologetically asks the way
to Church Lane, adding 'I ought to know:
I've lived there since the war'. So you go with her.
This comes with variations, usually leading
(via a list of demented ancestors)
to calculations of how much time you've got
before you're asking the way to your own house.
But it's not so often that you find the one
about how, whenever you hear of someone
diagnosed with cancer, you have to hide
that muffled pang that clutched you, at fifteen,
when you saw Pauline Edwards holding hands
with the boy from the Social Club you'd always
fancied.
This is an intriguing style and I think it carries the message perfectly
Wonderful poem with lucid flow of emotions even when one is in great paid by some tragic observations. Thanks for sharing.10+++
Subtle lucid description of inner subreminiscence when in certain relation, as in other love poem, unfortunately just two on PH, thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Less painful that way. Yes, I like this one a lot Tom Billsborough