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Poem introduction

This poem from Legion is called 'Finisterre'.


That slim isthmus where one sea beats on the southern shore,
another sea at the northern, is called by sailors and strangers Finisterre
or, sometimes, Terra Nada. It was there,
on that cold strip of rock and broom and bright rag-weed that four
hundred were run to ground,
motherless sons, widowers, the orphans of orphans, their gear
tossed on the tide or lost to the offshore wind.

So much for gyromancy, so much for prayer.

We went there next morning, the weather holding clear,
and made a ring, the faint-hearted hand-in-glove with the blind.
It wasn't long before one of the women claimed to hear
a difference in the gulls' cries, something raw,
full-throated, a note so thick with fear
it took her breath and brought her to her knees. The air
was full of it then - everyone heard it clear,
or said they did, and stood in awe
to be there as the legend rose and formed,
the skirl of the dead in our ears, their silt still on the sand.

from Legion (Faber and Faber, 2005), copyright © David Harsent 2005, used by permission of the author


David Harsent

David Harsent Reading from his Poems

1Old Photographs






7Punch's Day Book - an extract

8Punch's Day Book - an extract

9Mother and Child


11The Sorrow of Sarajevo

12A Common Story


14Marriage - an extract

15Marriage - an extract

16Marriage - an extract

17The hare as witch animal

18The hare as bad omen

19The hare used as a hieroglyph



22Ghost Archaeology

23Harp Strings



26Goodwife's Tale


28Notes from Exile

29At the Riverside

30The Player

Books by David Harsent