Treasure Island

Geoffrey Hill

(18 June 1932 / Worcestershire)

September Song


born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.

As estimated, you died. Things marched,
sufficient, to that end.
Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented
terror, so many routine cries.

(I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true)

September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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  • Borret Yarn (3/11/2008 3:01:00 AM)

    Geoffrey Hill is the most interesting English poet we have. You can enjoy re-reading his work more than any other simply because it is so layered.
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