Christopher Middleton

Image by Caroline Forbes

Something Vesperal

Something Vesperal

Spectres, vast, remote,
Uneasily wagging their heads
In shrouds of crushed amethyst:

Tomorrow I will confirm
That they are hill crests.
And slopes parade the green oak, olive,

Serried cherry.
On sunken pots of Rome
An iridescence, thick
Or light, signifies the human:

Should the moment return
At sundown's onset
I will ask what is this colour,

Again a few score of breaths,
And scaling the underside
Of pine branches

An aqueous rose, diffused.
Neither quality, nor adjunct.
How long so old.

from Twenty Tropes for Doctor Dark (Enitharmon Press, 2000), copyright © Christopher Middleton 2000, used by permission of the author and the publisher.


Christopher Middleton

Christopher Middleton Reading from his Poems

1Heavy Dog Sees Fish

2The Diving Apprentices

3Something Vesperal

4Lucile/MA 632883


6Buffoon Voice in a Small Port

7A Bat, Less Familiar

8Charles Meryon

9The Moon from a Box of Lokum

10A Far Cry from Fear Island

11The Digging


13Cassis, October 23, 1999

14Of Paradise

15Sybaritic Elegy

16Elegy of the Flowing Touch

17A Ballad of Arthur Rimbaud


19The Fossil Fish

20Little William

Books by Christopher Middleton