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    The Sleepwalker at Sea
    The Sleepwalker at Sea
    The Sleepwalker at Sea
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    The Sleepwalker at Sea

    By Kelly Grovier

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    By turns meditative and playful, romantic and philosophical, this poetry compilation strides an invisible path through streets of strangers, in search of ruined altars and buried candles. Linked by their restless displacementpacing haunted spacesthese are poems that question what it means to be in the world and seek answers in lost rooms, missing sketches, and disappearing fragments. While reflecting the landscapes of Wales and the poet’s native Louisiana, this book also explores the roots of the English language.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCarcanet Press Ltd.
    Release dateJun 1, 2011
    ISBN9781847778291
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      Book preview

      The Sleepwalker at Sea - Kelly Grovier

      giddy.

      Watermarks

      Outside, the dead are burying books

      under a blue weave of moon and ivy.

      From my window, I can see their silhouettes

      swinging picks, heeling spades.

      Every now and then they pause,

      their smooth heads nodding as they flip pages,

      flinging parcels into graves, tamping

      the rumpled earth. In the morning,

      I drift through the empty farmhouse,

      feel my way out past a trellis of frosted vines,

      to where the ground is damp and churned.

      As my hands clench deep in the lettered soil,

      knuckling spines of clotted voice (ghosts

      and grammar) my fingers fumble

      for a bundle I know is there, cinched

      in yellow strings. As I slip away

      the loosening knot, braille the faint

      nib and pinch of words I might have written

      had the fevers and the shaking stopped,

      a sharpness snags my pulse, like lips

      of a lost lover, or a razor, unzipping your wrist.

      Feet

      Walking assumes great faith.

      That the sea we are headed towards.

      Will still be there.

      Feet are profounder than eyes.

      Soles, yes.

      But they are also the palms that take.

      Communion from earth.

      The pulse of dust.

      Feet carry us forward.

      When we refuse.

      To move, being.

      In

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