Veii and other poems

Robert Wells

• Editore: Carcanet Poetry
• Anno: 2021
• ISBN:
  9781800171251
• Argomento: Literature
• Categoria: Poetry

The title poem of this collection, Robert Wells's first since the Collected Poems and Translations of 2009, revisits in memory the site of the once great Etruscan city of Veii. There as a child the poet discovered an incised potsherd: 'Was that the day when antiquity / – The place where all is over and done – / Took ineluctable hold of me?'

The poems return to familiar places and themes from a later 'now', a revised perspective: memories are real, perhaps more vivid than before, but further off, measuring time and age. Ancient coins abound. In 'The Coin Cabinet' they are conjured in their variety by means of a series of epithetic evocations, so that one does not doubt their reality, or the complex mythology they evoke and the economy rooted in long traditions and rich in known, shared narratives. 'Robert Wells's language is exact, the experience of the poem is deeply gone through, ' Thom Gunn wrote, 'there is a constant desire to adhere to the truth as he apprehended it rather than to glamorize it. The inexpressible becomes expressed.'

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A LAST LOOK

You are already leaving, the hills are closed

And this the goodbye after the last goodbye,

A last look back at the sprawling riverbed

Where what you had looked for stepped clear into view

– There that midday, at pause among the willows,

Embodied shade, drawn out of indistinctness

To form and colour, solidly visible,

Confirmed by air and water in its daydream.

2

THE COIN CABINET

(five trays)

1

Two calves’ heads face to face, between them a tree.

A youth holding in a horse stung by a bee.

A parsley leaf. A corn-ear. A bunch of grapes.

An Amazon. A nymph whom a satyr rapes.

An opening rose. A swan flourishing its wings.

A prow. A tripod. A lyre with seven strings.

A crab, its pincers poised to repel attack.

A stag crouched with a clawing lion on its back.

A charioteer and team as they win the race

And take the prize. A spring, Arethusa’s face

Freshly shaped in the water as it wells up.

Horse-tailed Silenos seated, tilting a cup.

2

A dolphin-rider above a curling sea.

A girl, half-stripped, in the branches of a tree,

Straddled by a bird, a bullock’s head below.

Wrestlers grappling. An archer stringing a bow.

A double axe-head. A wheel. A vase. A lamp.

Thetis veiled, reclining on a hippocamp.

Herakles with the lion in his stranglehold,

Lovingly locked. A horned griffin guarding gold.

A turtle with spread flippers and studded shell

Paddling onward, aslant in the glassy swell.

Pan fagged with hunting, leant on a crag to rest

And turning to catch the breeze across his chest. 3

3

A gathered apple. Date-clusters on a palm.

Athena at war, her shield on her raised arm,

Spear poised. A brandished trident. A thunderbolt.

A cow scratching its muzzle. A prancing colt.

A ram. A tortoise. A bounding hare. A dove.

The sun-god’s car, an eagle planing above.

A scarab-beetle. Two writhing snakes. A frog,

Softly defenceless. Unleashed, a hunting-dog

Seizing a fawn by the throat. Three seals at play.

A perched owl staring beside an olive-spray.

A feathered daimon. Gorgon baring her teeth.

A strutting cock. A pomegranate. A wreath.

4

A sea-eagle plucking its prey from the waves.

The head of a Maenad, wild-haired as she raves.

A Hydra. A Chimaera. A winged ...