You Were Wearing Blue
by Tom Raworth
You Were Wearing Blue - Tom Raworth
You Were Wearing Blue
the explosions are nearer this evening
the last train leaves for the south
at six tomorrow
the announcements will be in a different language
i chew the end of a match
the tips of my finger and thumb are sticky
i will wait at the station and you
will send a note, i
will read it
it will be raining
our shadows in the electric light
when i was eight they taught me real
writing
to join up the letters
listen you said i
preferred to look
at the sea everything stops there at strange angles
only the boats spoil it
making you focus further
from Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2003), copyright Tom Raworth 2003, used by permission of the author and the publisher