The Unaccompanied
by Knopf
From the prize-winning poet and former Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom comes a powerful collection of poetry that gives voice to the people of Britain with a haunting grace.
We meet characters whose sense of isolation is both emotional and political, both real and metaphorical, from a son made to groom the garden hedge as punishment, to a nurse standing alone at a bus stop as the centuries pass by, to a latter-day Odysseus looking for enlightenment and hope in the shadowy underworld of a cut-price supermarket. We see the changing shape of England itself, viewed from a satellite "like a shipwreck's carcass raised on a sea-crane's hook, / nothing but keel, beams, spars, down to its bare bones." In this exquisite collection, Armitage X-rays the weary but ironic soul of his nation, with its "Songs about mills and mines and a great war, / lines about mermaids and solid gold hills, / songs from broken hymnbooks and cheesy films"—in poems that blend the lyrical and the vernacular, with his trademark eye for detail and biting wit.SIMON ARMITAGE was born in West Yorkshire and is Professor of Poetry at the University of Sheffield. A recipient of numerous prizes and awards, he has published eleven collections of poetry, including Seeing Stars, Paper Aeroplane: Selected Poems 1989 – 2014, and his acclaimed translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. The Shout: Selected Poems, was nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award and his translation of the medieval poem Pearl received the 2017 PEN Award for Poetry in Translation. He writes extensively for radio and television, has published three best-selling non-fiction titles, and his theatre works include The Last Days of Troy, performed at Shakespeare’s Globe in London. He has taught at the University of Iowa’s Writers’ Workshop, and in 2015 was appointed Professor of Poetry at Oxford University.Last Snowman
He drifted south
down an Arctic seaway
on a plinth of ice, jelly tots
weeping lime green tears
around both eyes,
a carrot for a nose
(some reported parsnip),
below which a clay pipe
drooped from a mouth
that was pure stroke victim.
A red woolen scarf trailed
in the meltwater drool
at his base, and he slumped
to starboard, kinked,
gone at the pelvis.
From the buffet deck
of a passing cruise liner
stag and hen parties shied
Scotch eggs and Pink Ladies
as he rounded the stern.
He sailed on between banks
of rubberneckers
and camera lenses
into a bloodshot west,
past islands vigorous
with sunflower and bog myrtle,
singular and abominable.
The Present
I shove up through the old plantation—larch
out of season, drab, drained of all greenness,
widowed princesses in moth-eaten furs—
and stride out onto the lap of the moor.
Rotten and rusted, a five-bar gate
lies felled in the mud, letting the fields escape.
Winter is late and light this year, thin snow
half puddled, sun still trapped in the earth,
sludge underfoot all the way to the ridge.
And no sign of the things I came here to find,
except in a high nick at the valley head
where a wet north-facing lintel of rock
has cornered and cupped enough of the wind
for dripping water to freeze. Icicles:
once, I unrooted some six-foot tusk
from the waterfall’s crystalized overhang,
lowered it down and stood it on end, then stared
at an ice age locked in its glassy depths,
at far hills bottled in its weird lens.
These are brittle and timid and rare, and weep
in my gloved fist as I ferry them home.
I’d wanted to offer my daughter
a taste of the glacier, a sense of the world
being pinned in place by a diamond-like cold
at each pole, but I open my hand
and there’s nothing to pass on, nothing to hold.
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Jilted bride of public transport,
alone in the shelter,
the fireproof bin and shatterproof glass
scrawled with the cave art of cocks and hearts.
It’s late, Friday, the graveyard shift, you’re ready
to dab blood from a split lip,
to hold the hand of cancer till the line goes flat.
Cardigan, sensible shoes, the kids
with a neighbor, fob watch pinned
like a medal to your breast.
Winter sharpens the day.
The centuries crawl past,
none of them going your way.
We meet characters whose sense of isolation is both emotional and political, both real and metaphorical, from a son made to groom the garden hedge as punishment, to a nurse standing alone at a bus stop as the centuries pass by, to a latter-day Odysseus looking for enlightenment and hope in the shadowy underworld of a cut-price supermarket. We see the changing shape of England itself, viewed from a satellite "like a shipwreck's carcass raised on a sea-crane's hook, / nothing but keel, beams, spars, down to its bare bones." In this exquisite collection, Armitage X-rays the weary but ironic soul of his nation, with its "Songs about mills and mines and a great war, / lines about mermaids and solid gold hills, / songs from broken hymnbooks and cheesy films"—in poems that blend the lyrical and the vernacular, with his trademark eye for detail and biting wit.SIMON ARMITAGE was born in West Yorkshire and is Professor of Poetry at the University of Sheffield. A recipient of numerous prizes and awards, he has published eleven collections of poetry, including Seeing Stars, Paper Aeroplane: Selected Poems 1989 – 2014, and his acclaimed translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. The Shout: Selected Poems, was nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award and his translation of the medieval poem Pearl received the 2017 PEN Award for Poetry in Translation. He writes extensively for radio and television, has published three best-selling non-fiction titles, and his theatre works include The Last Days of Troy, performed at Shakespeare’s Globe in London. He has taught at the University of Iowa’s Writers’ Workshop, and in 2015 was appointed Professor of Poetry at Oxford University.Last Snowman
He drifted south
down an Arctic seaway
on a plinth of ice, jelly tots
weeping lime green tears
around both eyes,
a carrot for a nose
(some reported parsnip),
below which a clay pipe
drooped from a mouth
that was pure stroke victim.
A red woolen scarf trailed
in the meltwater drool
at his base, and he slumped
to starboard, kinked,
gone at the pelvis.
From the buffet deck
of a passing cruise liner
stag and hen parties shied
Scotch eggs and Pink Ladies
as he rounded the stern.
He sailed on between banks
of rubberneckers
and camera lenses
into a bloodshot west,
past islands vigorous
with sunflower and bog myrtle,
singular and abominable.
The Present
I shove up through the old plantation—larch
out of season, drab, drained of all greenness,
widowed princesses in moth-eaten furs—
and stride out onto the lap of the moor.
Rotten and rusted, a five-bar gate
lies felled in the mud, letting the fields escape.
Winter is late and light this year, thin snow
half puddled, sun still trapped in the earth,
sludge underfoot all the way to the ridge.
And no sign of the things I came here to find,
except in a high nick at the valley head
where a wet north-facing lintel of rock
has cornered and cupped enough of the wind
for dripping water to freeze. Icicles:
once, I unrooted some six-foot tusk
from the waterfall’s crystalized overhang,
lowered it down and stood it on end, then stared
at an ice age locked in its glassy depths,
at far hills bottled in its weird lens.
These are brittle and timid and rare, and weep
in my gloved fist as I ferry them home.
I’d wanted to offer my daughter
a taste of the glacier, a sense of the world
being pinned in place by a diamond-like cold
at each pole, but I open my hand
and there’s nothing to pass on, nothing to hold.
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Jilted bride of public transport,
alone in the shelter,
the fireproof bin and shatterproof glass
scrawled with the cave art of cocks and hearts.
It’s late, Friday, the graveyard shift, you’re ready
to dab blood from a split lip,
to hold the hand of cancer till the line goes flat.
Cardigan, sensible shoes, the kids
with a neighbor, fob watch pinned
like a medal to your breast.
Winter sharpens the day.
The centuries crawl past,
none of them going your way.
PUBLISHER:
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
ISBN-10:
1524732427
ISBN-13:
9781524732424
BINDING:
Hardback
BOOK DIMENSIONS:
Dimensions: 5.7000(W) x Dimensions: 8.3000(H) x Dimensions: 0.6000(D)