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Kit Wright

Image by Caroline Forbes

Poem introduction

This is a poem I wrote on the death of my friend Dick Johnson, who died some years ago.

Sonnet for Dick

Sonnet for Dick

My friend looked very beautiful propped on his pillows.
Gently downward tended his dreaming head,
His lean face washed as by underlight of willows
And everything right as rain except he was dead.
So brave in his dying, my friend both kind and clever,
And a useful Number Six who could whack it about.
I have described the man to whomsoever
The hell I've encountered, wandering in and out
Of gaps in the traffic and Hammersmith Irish boozers,
Crying, where and why did Dick Johnson go?
And none of the carloads and none of the boozer users,
Though full up with love and with cameraderie, know
More than us all-of-his-others, assembled to grieve
Dick who, brave as he lived things, took his leave.

from Hoping it Might be So (Leviathan, 2000), copyright © Kit Wright 2000, used by permission of the author


Kit Wright

Kit Wright Reading from his Poems

1Advice for Attending a Hundredth Birthday Party


3Waiting for the 242

4Hoping it Might be So

5Missing, 1944


7Sonnet for Dick

8The Day Room

9How The Wild South East Was Lost

10The Adventures of Patience

11Tune for an Ice Cream Van

12The Apprehenders


14The Council of the Gods

15Red Boots On

16I Found South African Breweries Most Hospitable

17Hardly Believable Horace and Hattie in Hell

18Short Afternoons

19The Sub-Song


21Ode to Didcot Power Station

22The Boys Bump-Starting the Hearse

23The Yoke

24A Horrid Old Man Reads A Cookery Book

25A Light Toast

26The Orbison Consolations

27Every Day In Every Way

Books by Kit Wright