On 1/23/2012 1:45 PM, Chokh Raj wrote:
> The Good Neighbour
> by John Burnside*
> *John Burnside, winner of TS Eliot poetry prize for 2011 for 'Black Cat
Getting this back on topic (just a little) the text of the poem is here:
I can see each of the first three stanzas standing alone (except with
as a poem unto itself. The third stanza brings in a trace of TSE:
He watches what I watch, tastes what I taste:
on winter nights, the snow; in summer, sky.
He listens for the bird lines in the clouds
and, like that ghost companion in the old
explorers' tales, that phantom in the sleet,
fifth in a party of four, he's not quite there,
but not quite inexistent, nonetheless;
CR's link to
is to an audio recording of Burnside reading the poem.