Adrian Mitchell

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Life Is a Walk Across a Field

Adrian Mitchell

Life Is a Walk Across a Field

Adrian Mitchell

Life Is a Walk Across a Field

Life is a Walk Across a Field

This is the opposite of the Russian proverb, Life is not a walk across a field, which is the last line of Boris Pasternak's poem Hamlet.

Life is a walk across a field
sometimes a golden dreamdrift of polished petals
and daisies bouncing among the hummocks of moss
which guide an infant river sometimes over squashed grass
sometimes under the spongey turf but sometimes

the tickling green surface breaks apart underfoot
and the mouth of the ground gapes
and the bogdragon swallows down your shins
your hips your armpits your chin your -

Life is a walk across a field
and should you find a milkmaid in one hollow
with a jug of cider and breasts like summer
from behind the spectacular oak will steam
the minotaur, half farmer and half bull
guffawing as his horns impale you both oh yes

Life is a walk across a field
of buttercups and landmines...

from All Shook Up - Poems 1996-2000 (Bloodaxe, 2000), copyright © Adrian Mitchell 2000, used by permission of the author


Adrian Mitchell

Adrian Mitchell Reading from his Poems

1A Flying Song

2Icarus Schmicarus

3My Mother and Father or Why I Began to Hate War

4Remember Suez?

5Veteran with a Head Wound

6The Dust

7Nostalgia - Now Threepence Off

8Fifteen Million Plastic Bags

9Song about Mary

10Elephant Eternity

11A Year Passes, as Years Do

12Life Is A Walk Across A Field

13My Friend the Talking Elevator of Tokyo

14In My Two Small Fists

15to all our friends



18What to Do if You Meet Nijinsky

19The Ballad of the Familiar Stranger

20Tissue Paper Flowers

21Not Fleeing but Flying

22The Last Goofs on Earth say Sorry to their Favourite Star

23The Famous Battle



26Pour Soul

27Thanks to my Dog in an Hour of Pain


29King Lear's Fool Waves Goodbye

30William Blake says: Every Thing That Lives Is Holy

Books by Adrian Mitchell