About the poet
Lawrence Sail was born in London in 1942 and brought up in Exeter. He read French and German at...
The horizon draws the line
at having been tamped down
all through a slutchy autumn,
moves in as a caul
of rain which blears the hills,
hissing like the prefix that history
adds to words and laughter:
finally, shrinks to the glimmering
from under a stable door,
a straw-breadth of light which can only
imply the warmth of spring
or the memory of it – the long
pursed buds of the lily
peeling open on the angel’s wand.
‘The Glimmering’ from Eye-Baby (Bloodaxe, 2006), © Lawrence Sail 2006, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
Lawrence Sail Reading from his Poems