Stephanie Norgate

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It's Not on Google

It's Not on Google

how he claimed not to know how to eat trout
or how she leaned over and drew the fish bone out,

how he told her he wanted to live in her room, how he loved
the florist's daffodils that she'd shoved

in jars, how heads close, hair electrified, faces pale,
they'd made out the censor's scribble on the torn blue air-mail,

how he'd said, 'they want me to know that they know',
how the town fountains froze into fingers, and how the snow

fell that year until they saw ice form at the river's edge,
and how the daffodils wilted with cold on the window's ledge,

and how he chanced on her so often in the lengthening street
that she changed her way home, fearing the tap of his echoing feet.

How one day, googling, she smiled to think of the trout,
of her friend's quick mind, and the line he'd spun that caught her out.

And it is on Google, how he'd bent his words to a cause
and reeled back into the arms of his young country's laws.

If only she could catch him, freefalling, and carry him back,
show him the eulogies and then rewind, back track

to her terrible laughter that last day under the yew,
where she'd tell him the young rarely know what they do.


Stephanie Norgate

Stephanie Norgate Reading from her Poems

1Green Lane

2Bulb Primer

3‘a perfect example of a paralysed larynx'

4Back at the Dry

5Early Morning

6Water on the Moon

7Saintes Maries de la Mer

8Riddles: The Wareham Sword The Alfred Jewel Augustine's Riddle

9Irrigator in the Far Field

10Haiku from Lucretius: Sensuous Proof of Atomism Aulis

11Mud Bath

12The Shirt

13Mrs. Rochester

14Reflux: The Japanese Bridge at Giverny

15Metro Boy

16It's Not on Google

17Last Saturday at Jo's


19Madron Well

20Send & Receive - fifteen sonnets

Books by Stephanie Norgate