Donegal

Donegal

for Ellie

Ardent on the beach at Rossnowlagh
on the last day of summer,
you ran through the shallows
throwing off shoes, and shirt and towel
like the seasons, the city's years,
all caught in my arms
as I ploughed on behind you, guardian still
of dry clothes, of this little heart
not quite thirteen,
breasting the waves
and calling back to me
to join you, swimming in the Atlantic
on the last day of summer.
I saw a man in the shallows
with his hands full of clothes, full of
all the years,
and his daughter going
where he knew he could not follow.


from Swithering (Picador, 2006), © Robin Robertson 2006, used by permission of the author and Macmillan Publishers

Recordings

Robin Robertson Reading from his poems

1Aberdeen

2New Gravity

3The Flaying of Marsyas

4Artichoke

5Static

6Five Views from the Camera Obscura

7The Flowers of the Forest 8Apart

9The Long home

10False Spring

11The Thermal Image

12Tryst

13Dream of the Huntress

14Asterion and the God

15Wedding the Locksmith's Daughter

16Waves

17Hide

18Fall

19The Park Drunk

20Myth

21At Dawn

22What the Horses See at Night

23The Death of Actaeon

24Swimming in the Woods

25Ghost of a Garden

26Selkie

27Wormwood 28The Glair

29Entropy

30Entry

31Strindberg in London

32A Seagull Murmur

33La Stanza delle Mosche

34Lizard

35Manifest

36The Lake at Dusk

37Crossing the Archipelago

38Leavings

39Donegal

40Holding Proteus

Books by Robin Robertson