The Prescription

The Prescription

Darling, d'you think you can't see as you did?
Then find inside this battered tin,
this tin that smells of cold metal and rust,
these steel-rimmed spectacles. Hook them on,
for I want you to see as you did again.
Others have. Those who've aged, or lost,
have worn them a while, and regained
lovers or sons, memories or minds,
then returned to their lives, less vague, less blind.
Now look straight at me and say what you see.
Tell me I look as I looked before,
that you feel as you felt. That I'm yours.


from Little Gods (Picador, 2006), © Jacob Polley 2006, used by permission of the author, c/o Rogers Coleridge & White Ltd, 20 Powis Mews, London W11 1JN.

Recordings

Jacob Polley Reading from his poems

1Smoke

2The Owls

3The Kingdom of Sediment

4You

5The North-South Divide

6Economics

7Man

8The Weasel

9A Jar of Honey

10Declaration

11Leaf

12October

13Night-doll

14Moving House

15The Crow

16Saturday Matinée

17Rain

18Elder

19Sally Somewhere

20Attic

21The Remedy 22Dandelions

23Salmonary

24Friday

25Decree

26A Crow's Skull 27The Distance

28The Cheapjack

29At Home

30The Prescription

31Snow

32The Byre

33Wild Hyacinths

Books by Jacob Polley