Tursac

Tursac

Her pleasure whispered through a much-kissed smile.
'Oh, rock me firmly at a gentle pace!'
My love had lusty eagerness and style.
Propriety she had, preferring grace
Because she saw more virtue in its wit,
Convinced right conduct should have glamour in it
Or look good to an educated eye,
And never more than in those weeks of France
Perfected into rural elegance,
Those nights in my erotic memory.
I call that little house our Thebaïde
(The literary French!), and see her smile,
Then hear her in her best sardonic style:
'Write out of me, not out of what you read.'


from New Selected Poems 1964-2000 (Faber, 2003), © Douglas Dunn 2003, used by permission of the author c/o United Agents Ltd.

Recordings

Douglas Dunn Reading from his Poems

1Men of Terry Street

2A Removal from Terry Street

3On Roofs of Terry Street

4The Friendship of Young Poets

5Modern Love

6The Students

7Empires

8St Kilda's Parliament: 1879-1979

9An Address on the Destitution of Scotland

10Washing the Coins

11Loch Music

12Arrangements

13France

14The Kaleidoscope

15Tursac

16Empty Wardrobes

17Reading Pascal in the Lowlands

18Love-making by Candlelight

19An Address to Adolphe Sax in Heaven

20Unlike Herons

21from Disenchantments IX

22Extra Helpings

23If Only

24You

Books by Douglas Dunn