“A poem about how memory can suddenly jolt us out of a sense of contentment with our lives to create a sense of yearning. Only this case, the trigger was on reseeing the 1960s François Truffaut film 'Jules et Jim', about a complicated but enduring love.”

On Re-seeing  ‘Jules et Jim’

In middle-age, unreal middle age – 

years like snow, the soft and silent stealth 

of their covering – I wake without love, 

 

sheets adrift, lines of clear white light 

through the blind. Wake too with a sense 

of having learnt content, a here-and-now content, 

 

a ceasing of the raging – oranges balanced 

against the blue of the table top, spherical, 

poised, knowing their weight. Then outside, 

 

a tree taps light branches on the window, 

fingers on a memory drum, and those moments 

burn back untouchable behind glass, make 

 

a gesture of sound, a something untranslatable. 

These are the days when an old film forces tears, 

absolutes steadfast against passing trains, clouds, a river, 

 

all those black and white faces waiting for colour. 

from Travelling to the Fish Orchards (Seren, 2002) © Robert Seatter 2002, used by permission of the author and publisher.

Robert Seatter is an experienced poet and performer, as well as a broadcaster and history author.  He has published eight poetry ...

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