{"id":3227,"date":"2013-11-24T14:07:05","date_gmt":"2013-11-24T14:07:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=3227"},"modified":"2013-12-18T10:22:38","modified_gmt":"2013-12-18T10:22:38","slug":"helen-tookey-3-poems-and-a-sequence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=3227","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems And A Sequence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b><i>Pieris japonica<\/i><\/b><b> in Liverpool front gardens<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt has an undeniably Japanese look.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt embodies the principles of contrast and asymmetry.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIts twisting woody stems are like laid paths in a Japanese garden, that open onto unexpected vistas.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIts leaf-growth, lying at different heights, suggests rock-terraces.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe scarlet of new growth contrasts definitively with the green of its older leaves, and the cream-white of its clustering flowers is restful, like broderie anglaise against summer lawns.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt is far more beautiful and strange than its surroundings.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAgain and again it is a small but pleasant shock, like hearing German spoken on an English street and being called abruptly into that different self.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIt punctuates.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<p><b>Rheidol Valley<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Within a semicircle on the isolated hill.<br \/>\nBy the seashore between the estuaries.<br \/>\nThe monument. Excavated. Defended.<br \/>\nA high bank with stone ramparts and ditches.<br \/>\nThe natural slope of the ground. The entrance.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTo the south-east, and at each corner holes. Into the solid rock.<br \/>\nGreat posts to hold the gates, strengthen the turn of the wall.<br \/>\nThe stone facing. Along the inside of the wall. Close against two sides.<br \/>\nSolitary.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIn the extreme south-east there is no sign.<br \/>\nThey continued to live their old lives. A straighter line over the hill.<br \/>\nOften very beautiful. Cut out of the solid rock.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAbove Taliesin foxgloves and wild roses. It is not known.<br \/>\nThe remains of a causeway. Three miles upstream from the north.<br \/>\nAlmost hidden by moss. Straight on through a pinewood. Much more luminous.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA steep climb. A lovely way up. Yellow gorse and young green bracken.<br \/>\nHalf an acre of bluebells like a sheet of water.<br \/>\nThe real way is uncertain again.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nObvious once you know where to look. The lower hillside track.<br \/>\nCopper mines. The precipices. Flat green meadows. The abbey.<br \/>\nSometimes fringed with yellow irises.<br \/>\nPale green on the black of its surface.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<p><b>Twenty-Five Views of Japan<\/b><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nI<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe better part of June<br \/>\nThe cloudy sky<br \/>\nBehind a palisade<br \/>\nGutters choking<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nQueer evergreens<br \/>\nSmooth and pallid<br \/>\nA sticky spire<br \/>\nDisconsolate on stormy days<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA three-storeyed plainly built wooden structure<br \/>\nA small lake<br \/>\nInner rectitude<br \/>\nVirtues of the unexpressed<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nLittle elbow-room<br \/>\nA cupboard and a gas stove<br \/>\nA crumpled tin<br \/>\nCigarettes<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA forest of stone cylinders<br \/>\nSomething still alive<br \/>\nUnwilling to answer the summons<br \/>\nFoxes on pedestals<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nVI<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSweet-stuff and paper toys<br \/>\nDiameter of a sixpenny piece<br \/>\nA button or a box of matches<br \/>\nSimply indifferent<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nVII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nRed azaleas<br \/>\nGreen mats<br \/>\nBlack butterflies<br \/>\nPerplexing<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nVIII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nNot an island and not a tree<br \/>\nSymbolic or fantastic<br \/>\nFidelity to the observed groupings<br \/>\nExquisitely stylized<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIX<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA thousand islands of distinctive beauty<br \/>\nAn electric train<br \/>\nSo efficient<br \/>\nSo anxious to strike a bargain<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nX<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPrettily set with coloured offerings<br \/>\nShinto mirrors<br \/>\nCopper or silver coin<br \/>\nInfinitely more vital<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXI<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFresh-coloured and sharp-scented<br \/>\nFiery scarlet red<br \/>\nLess beautiful \u2013 though very beautiful<br \/>\nGreenish-dark<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nBare elegance<br \/>\nHeavy snow<br \/>\nCumbrous silks<br \/>\nAlways harsh<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXIII<br \/>\nA certain degree of austerity<br \/>\nA resilience that never flags<br \/>\nA pleasant but also a respectable institution<br \/>\nAn aimless call<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXIV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nShining bronze-pink leaves<br \/>\nStone foxes<br \/>\nPaper windows<br \/>\nSilence<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIntricate as a feverish dream<br \/>\nSugared American dance tunes<br \/>\nAnchored barges<br \/>\nA cluster of little bells<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXVI<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA dozen painted skiffs<br \/>\nA tufted island<br \/>\nA memento of the afternoon<br \/>\nYoung maples<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXVII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe voice of the American star<br \/>\nQueer elysium<br \/>\nThe magic of a full-blown talkie<br \/>\nPlatonic sensualist<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXVIII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTattered swallowtails<br \/>\nFallen dryad with gauzy wings<br \/>\nMechanical toys<br \/>\nCruel paws<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXIX<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThick viridian moss<br \/>\nSolemn stones<br \/>\nFine breath of mounting steam<br \/>\nA nameless insect<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXX<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nIn the \u2018modern style\u2019<br \/>\nVitreous green<br \/>\nA bough of blossoming cherry<br \/>\nGold-stopped teeth<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXXI<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA secret<br \/>\nTill three o\u2019clock or four o\u2019clock<br \/>\nThe passage-room<br \/>\nAt midnight the last trams<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXXII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSeven months<br \/>\nOur formality<br \/>\nA moment\u2019s patience<br \/>\nSometimes cheerful<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXXIII<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nA double sliding-door<br \/>\nA curious mica finish<br \/>\nNarrow roof-joists<br \/>\nA casket<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXXIV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTumbled skyline<br \/>\nPine-boughs<br \/>\nGrass-spears<br \/>\nUntroubled water<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nXXV<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nThe garden beyond the fence<br \/>\nA clear but sunless sky<br \/>\nA shabby place<br \/>\nA pond, usually empty<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 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