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Image by Caroline Forbes

The stars

The stars

think themselves into existence
and know themselves too good
for words:
dippers,
plough.

The trouble comes at picnics -
the last to leave, lovers lying
head to head, sky-faced,

naming the unnameable with eyes
closed - flickerings - the unknown
knowing the unknowable. After a while,

it becomes difficult to separate
what about them moves the most -
the bright intangibility of something

that's no longer there from the utter
absence that beckons in between -
the echoed darkness or the dark

unechoing. 'Look', she says,
pointing to neither,
'how cold is that?'


from A Lens in the Palm (Carcanet, 2008), © Kelly Grovier 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

Recordings

Kelly Grovier Reading from his Poems

1The shed

2The stars

3The easel of Mantegna

4The ancient of days

5Rodin's Balzac

6Camping Out

7Rain, Steam and Speed

8Tens and eight

9The lens

10The needle

11Ghosting

12Lost

13The lost room

14The recipe

15Table Saw

16Furcula

17Lacewing

18St Augustine's Abbey

19Conversions

20The astrologers

21The Book of Clues

22Giftings

23Icon

24A spider in Trinity College Chapel

25Fra Angelico

26Les Parapluies

27The triple tree

28Of thought - the train

29Mincing Words

30There

31'Nor even yet quite relinquish'

32The Consolation of Philosophy

33The frequency

34Metaphysics

35Spinnings

36Tractatus

37The night is like a dinosaur

38Via negativa

39April Morning

40The meadow

41Palms

42Wan Hu's flying chair

43Murmuration

44Söl

45Hurricane Alley

46The Ruined Statue of a Saint

47Pancho Villa

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