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    Counting Backwards


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      HELEN DUNMORE

      COUNTING BACKWARDS

      Poems 1975-2017

      Winner of the Costa Book of the Year for her final collection, Inside the Wave, Helen Dunmore was as spellbinding a storyteller in her poetry as in her prose. Her haunting narratives draw us into darkness, engaging our fears and hopes in poetry of rare luminosity, nowhere more so than in Inside the Wave, in its exploration of the borderline between the living and the dead – the underworld and the human living world – and the exquisitely intense being of both. All her poetry casts a bright, revealing light on the living world, by land and sea, on love, longing and loss.

      Counting Backwards is a retrospective covering ten collections written over four decades, bringing together all the poems she included in her earlier selection, Out of the Blue (2001), with all those from her three later collections, Glad of These Times (2007), The Malarkey (2012) and Inside the Wave (2017), along with a number of earlier poems.

      ‘Dunmore is a particularly lucid writer, and not simply because her poems are so often filled with the play of light. Her language is bare and clean; her forms balladic and unobtrusive… Dunmore seeks to draw attention, not to her mastery of craft, but to her subject and the intricate, original, patterns of her thought…These poems are light-boned, but strong: elegant, complex, fully-turned unions of image, thought and sound. In these times, we should be glad of this voice.’ – Kate Clanchy, Guardian

      ‘Dunmore gets a wonderful balance between delicate, exact, surprising language and very strong thought – which may be bitter, sardonic, or violent, tender, or wildly imaginative, but is always generous… A lovely poetic electricity runs through her poems.’ – Sean O’Brien & Ruth Padel, PBS Bulletin

      ‘She was – first and last – a poet. Her first collection, The Apple Fall, was published when she was 30, her last, Inside the Wave, in April this year… Her last collection is her most spare and moving. Inside the Wave is smooth as a sea pebble and liminal – poised between life and death.’ – Kate Kellaway, in her tribute to Helen Dunmore in The Guardian

      Cover painting: Winter sunshine, rush of the stream, Porthmeor (February 2014) by Kurt Jackson

      Mixed media www.kurtjackson.com

      HELEN DUNMORE

      COUNTING BACKWARDS

      POEMS 1975-2017

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      This edition of Helen Dunmore’s poetry has been expanded from Out of the Blue: Poems 1975-2001 (Bloodaxe Books, 2001) to include all the poems from her three later Bloodaxe collections Inside the Wave (2017), The Malarkey (2012) and Glad of These Times (2007). Out of the Blue was Helen Dunmore’s selection drawing on her earlier Bloodaxe titles Bestiary (1997), Recovering a Body (1994), Short Days, Long Nights: New & Selected Poems (1991), The Raw Garden (1988), The Sea Skater (1986) and The Apple Fall (1983), as well as a new collection, Out of the Blue, and a selection of poems for children previously published in Secrets (Bodley Head, 1994). Fifteen poems which narrowly missed being included in Out of the Blue have been added to this edition; these are marked with asterisks in the contents listing.

      Counting Backwards was Helen Dunmore’s original title for Inside the Wave, which was first published in April 2017, with her final poem ‘Hold out your arms’ added to the book’s first reprint with her approval.

      CONTENTS

      Title Page

      Acknowledgements

      Inside the Wave (2017)

      Counting Backwards

      The Underworld

      Shutting the Gate

      In Praise of the Piano

      Re-opening the old mines

      Inside the Wave

      Odysseus to Elpenor

      Plane tree outside Ward 78

      The shaft

      Leave the door open

      My life’s stem was cut

      The Bare Leg

      The Place of Ordinary Souls

      My daughter as Penelope

      The Lamplighter

      The Halt

      Bluebell Hollows

      A Loose Curl

      Hornsea, 1952

      Festival of stone

      A Bit of Love

      Winter Balcony with Dunnocks

      Mimosa

      Nightfall in the IKEA Kitchen

      The Duration

      At the Spit

      Terra Incognita

      Four cormorants, one swan

      Girl in the Blue Pool

      February 12th 1994

      What shall I do for my sister in the day she shall be spoken for?

      In Secret

      All the breaths of your life

      Her children look for her

      Little papoose

      Cliffs of Fall

      Five Versions from Catullus

      1 Through Babel of Nations

      2 Undone

      3 Sirmio

      4 Dedication

      5 Sparrow

      Rim

      On looking through the handle of a cup

      Ten Books

      Subtraction

      My people

      September Rain

      Hold out your arms

      The Malarkey (2012)

      The Malarkey

      Come Out Now

      The Inbox

      Boatman

      I Owned a Woman Once

      Longman English Series

      Writ in Water

      Dis

      Newgate

      At Ease

      Harbinger

      The Hyacinths

      The Night Workers

      Agapanthus above Porthmeor

      Visible and Invisible

      The Snowfield

      Lemon tree in November

      Bildad

      Skulking

      Basement at Eighteen Folgate Street

      Barclays Bank, St Ives

      Playing Her Pieces

      Pianist, 103,

      The Torn Ship

      Taken in Shadows

      Prince Felipe Prospero (1657-1661)

      Picture Messages

      Lethe

      The Queue’s Essentially

      The Captainess of Laundry

      The Day’s Umbrellas

      The Deciphering

      The Tarn

      The Gift

      What Will You Say

      Cloud

      I Have Been Thinking of You So Loudly

      The Kingdom of the Dead

      The Last Heartbeat

      The Old Mastery

      The Overcoat

      Window Cleaners at Ladysmith Road

      I Heard You Sing in the Dark

      La Recouvrance

      The Filament

      Glad of These Times (2007)

      City lilacs

      Crossing the field

      Litany

      Don’t count John among the dreams

      The other side of the sky’s dark room

      Convolvulus

      The grey lilo

      Yellow butterflies

      Plume

      Odysseus

      The blue garden

      Violets

      The rowan

      Barnoon

      Getting into the car

      Glad of these times

      Off-script

      ‘Indeed we are all made from the dust of stars’

      Tulip

      Beautiful today the

      Dead gull on Porthmeor

      Narcissi

      Dolphins whistling

      Borrowed light

      A winter imagination

      Athletes

      Pneumonia

      Wall is the book

      Gorse

      Blackberries after Michaelmas

      To my nine-year-old self

      Fallen angel

      Bridal

      Still life with ironing

      Spanish Irish

      Cowboys

      Below Hungerf
    ord Bridge

      Ophelia

      Winter bonfire

      One A.M.

      Lemon and stars

      Cutting open the lemons

      Hearing owls

      ‘Often they go just before dawn’

      May voyage

      Out of the Blue (2001)

      Out of the Blue

      The man on the roof

      Giraffes in Hull

      Jacob’s drum

      That old cinema of memory

      Depot

      A lorry-load of stuff

      Virgin with Two Cardigans

      Ice coming

      Cyclamen, blood-red

      Piers Plowman: The Crucifixion & Harrowing of Hell

      Smoke

      Bristol Docks

      The spill

      Without remission

      The rain’s coming in

      As good as it gets

      If only

      Mr Lear’s ring

      Fortune-teller on Church Road

      Sleeveless

      The point of not returning

      The form

      The sentence

      With short, harsh breaths

      The footfall

      The coffin-makers

      Inside out

      The blessing

      FROM Bestiary (1997)

      Candle poem

      At the Emporium

      Next door

      He lived next door all his life

      Under the leaves *

      The surgeon husband

      Fishing beyond sunset

      Hare in the snow

      Need

      Sometimes in the rough garden of city spaces

      I should like to be buried in a summer forest

      The scattering

      All the things you are not yet

      Ferns on a hospital window*

      Diving girl

      A pretty shape

      Viking cat in the dark

      Baby sleep

      Frostbite

      Basketball player on Pentecost Monday

      Tiger lookout

      Tiger Moth caterpillar

      Hungry Thames

      The wasp

      On growing a black tulip *

      Little Ellie and the timeshare salesman

      Bouncing boy

      Ghost at noon

      Greek beads

      Tea at Brandt’s

      We are men, not beasts

      FROM Recovering a Body (1994)

      To Virgil

      Three Ways of Recovering a Body

      Holiday to Lonely

      Poem in a Hotel

      The Bike Lane

      Drink and the Devil

      Ahvenanmaa

      Rubbing Down the Horse

      You came back to life in its sweetness

      Heimat

      In the Desert Knowing Nothing

      Poem on the Obliteration of 100,000 Iraqi Soldiers

      The Yellow Sky

      Getting the Strap

      Adders

      The conception

      Scan at 8 weeks

      Pedalo

      Beetroot Soup

      The Diving Reflex

      Bathing at Balnacarry

      Boys on the Top Board

      Sylvette Scrubbing

      Babes in the Wood

      Cajun

      Then I think how the train *

      Skips

      Time by Accurist

      The Silent Man in Waterstones

      The Wardrobe Mistress

      When You’ve Got

      Afterword *

      FROM Secrets (1994)

      Lemon sole

      Christmas caves

      That violet-haired lady

      Whooper swans

      Snow Queen

      The cuckoo game

      The butcher’s daughter

      The greenfield ghost

      Herring girl

      Russian doll

      Breeze of ghosts

      FROM Short Days, Long Nights (1991)

      Those shady girls

      The dream-life of priests

      Sisters leaving before the dance

      On not writing certain poems

      Privacy of rain

      Dancing man

      At Cabourg II

      Baron Hardup

      Nearly May Day

      Three workmen with blue pails

      Brown coal

      Safe period

      Big barbershop man

      The dry well

      Our family, swimming again *

      Sweet pepper *

      Heron

      One yellow chicken

      Sailing to Cuba

      Off the West Pier

      Winter 1955

      Rinsing

      To Betty, swimming

      In Berber’s Ice Cream Parlour

      On drinking lime juice in September *

      Not going to the forest

      Lutherans

      FROM The Raw Garden (1988)

      Code-breaking in the Garden of Eden

      Seal run

      Wild strawberries

      A mortgage on a pear tree

      A pæony truss on Sussex place

      Permafrost

      At Cabourg

      Ploughing the roughlands

      The land pensions

      A dream of wool

      New crops

      Shadows of my mother against a wall

      Air layering

      The argument

      The peach house

      A meditation of the glasshouses

      The haunting of Epworth

      Preaching at Gwennap

      On circuit from Heptonstall Chapel

      US 1st Division Airborne Ranger at rest in Honduras

      One more for the beautiful table

      Lambkin

      Dublin 1971

      The hard-hearted husband

      Malta

      Candlemas

      Pilgrims

      An Irish miner in Staffordshire

      FROM The Sea Skater (1986)

      The bride’s nights in a strange village

      Lazarus *

      Christmas roses

      I imagine you sent back from Africa

      The knight *

      In memoriam Cyril Smith 1913-1945

      The parachute packers

      Porpoise washed up on the beach

      In deep water

      Lady Macduff and the primroses

      Mary Shelley

      The plum tree

      The air-blue gown

      My sad descendants

      Patrick at four years old on Bonfire Night

      The horse landscape

      Thetis

      In the tents

      Uncle Will’s telegram

      Rapunzel

      Bewick’s swans *

      The sea skater

      In the tea house

      Florence in permafrost

      Missile launcher passing at night

      FROM The Apple Fall (1983)

      The marshalling yard

      A cow here in the June meadow

      Zelda

      Annunciation off East Street *

      The Polish husband

      The damson

      In Rodmell Garden

      The apple fall

      Pictures of a Chinese nursery *

      Pharaoh’s daughter

      Domestic poem

      Patrick I

      Patrick II

      Weaning

      Clinic day *

      Approaches to winter

      The night chemist

      St Paul’s

      Poem for December 28

      Greenham Common

      Poem for hidden women

      If no revolution come

      A safe light

      Near Dawlish

      The last day of the exhausted month

      Second marriages *

      The deserted table

      The writer’s son

      Ollie and Charles at St Andrew’s Park

      Winter fairs

      In a wood near Turku

      Landscape from the Monet Exhibition at Cardiff

      Breakfast

      INDEX OF T
    ITLES AND FIRST LINES

      About the Author

      Copyright

      Inside the Wave

      (2017)

      for Susan Glickman

      Counting Backwards

      Untroubled, the anaesthetist

      Potters with his cannula

      As the waterfall in the ante-room

      Grows steadily louder,

      All of them are cool with it

      And just keep on working

      No wonder they wear Wellingtons –

      I want to ask them

      But it seems stupid, naive,

      Even attention-seeking.

      Basalt, I think, the rock

      Where the white stream leaps.

      Imagine living at such volume

      Next door to a waterfall,

      Stepping in and out of the noise

      In their funny clothes.

      But you can get used to anything

      Like the anaesthetist

      Counting to himself

      Backwards, all wrong.

      The Underworld

      And besides, we might play cards:

      Those slapdash games you once taught me

      Which any fool can remember

      Or from the fabric which has been tied

      With string, wrapped in brown paper

      Put away in the highest cupboard

      Since the time the children were young

      And everyone’s children were young

      I might make new curtains

      And hem them all by hand.

      I used to be so afraid of failing

      To grasp the moment, the undertone,

      To look foolish in the eyes of anyone

      But now I like the patter of cards

      The lazy sandwich that falls open

      Halfway to the mouth,

      The refills in a thumbed glass

      The way people get up, yawn,

      Go stiff-legged to the window, wondering

      That it isn’t yet tomorrow

      It’s a long way from here to the river:

      I like to see the fish come in

      But the game is still on.

      From the way the cards are falling

      I’d say you will win.

      I used to think it was a narrow road

      From here to the underworld

      But it’s as broad as the sun.

      I say to you: I have more acquaintance

      Among the dead than the living

      And I am not pretending.

      It’s pure fact, like this sandwich

      Which hasn’t quite tempted anyone.

      Shutting the Gate

      A barefoot girl hugs the wall

      On tiptoe, her instep

      Arched like a cat’s back.

      Nearby a car revs.

      She looks at me and smiles

      Like a primary-school child.

      Her friend smokes by the gate

      One hand on the wall.

     

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