Francis Scarfe

(1911-1986 / South Shields, England)

Francis Scarfe Poems

1. The Window 4/21/2010
2. The Grotto 4/21/2010
3. Progression 4/21/2010
4. The Merry Window 1/3/2003
5. Cats 4/21/2010
6. The Clock 4/21/2010
7. Kitchen Poem 1/3/2003
8. Ode In Honour 1/3/2003
9. Tyne Dock 4/21/2010
Best Poem of Francis Scarfe

Tyne Dock

The summer season at Tyne Dock
Hoisted my boyhood in a crane
Above the shaggy mining town,
Above the slaghills and the rocks,
Above the middens in backlanes
And wooden hen-huts falling down.

Vermilion grass grew in the street
Where the blind pit-ponies pranced
And poppies screamed by butchers' stalls
Where bulls kicked sparks with dying feet,
And in the naked larks I sensed
A cruel god beneath it all.

Over the pit-head wheel the moon
Was clean as a girl's face in school;
I envied the remote old man
Who lived there, happy and alone,
While ...

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