Michael Peverett: Three Poems from F O T O

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Three poems from F O T O
33. (View of mountains) Each morning I live in the face of untravelled lands but I can't come now. Knee-deep in bilberries and fern-fronds high up above the highway and the bay, I'm busy but each night I sleep in the grip of untravelled lands. 34. (Rallarrosen - "the navvy's rose") No trace now of the anxious, sprawling camps, no clanking barrows, no chinking hammer, no men. Empty land, but alive. The unsweet roses throw a blast of silent plumes after the train. 35. (Birch woods - Riksgränsen) We called through the open door. Yes, it was a cafe, and yes, she could do us coffee, though nothing to eat. She balanced the tray slowly across the granite ground to the only table. And after all it had a few cakes on it.
MICHAEL PEVERETT

Three poems from F O T O

33. (View of mountains): Each morning I live in the face of untravelled lands
but I can't come now. Knee-deep in bilberries and fern-fronds

high up above the highway and the bay, I'm busy but
each night I sleep in the grip of untravelled lands.
34. (Rallarrosen - "the navvy's rose"): No trace now of the anxious, sprawling camps,
no clanking barrows, no chinking hammer, no men.

Empty land, but alive. The unsweet roses
throw a blast of silent plumes after the train.
35. (Birch woods - Riksgränsen): We called through the open door. Yes, it was a cafe,
and yes, she could do us coffee, though nothing to eat.

She balanced the tray slowly across the granite ground
to the only table. And after all it had a few cakes on it.

MICHAEL PEVERETT

Michael Peverett is a poet and naturalist who lives in Frome, Somerset, UK. He is Anglo-Swedish. He has a PhD in English and has recently published essays in Bonfire and Lynx: Poetry from Bath. He is currently working on a collection of poems called F O T O: Photographs from Norrland.

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