Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Edith Cavell by Ora May Hull

 



The words of the poem read by the Dean of Canterbury Cathedral in this service, Edith Cavell by Ora May Hull

Where is your England now: cock robin
and the sparrow’s arms count the lamp-posts.

Leonardo and Icarus, tall from the flower bin,
shook the planet tree, and filled the cart with ghosts.

Once standing on planks and ropes and lifting
the stone beneath, they made the world more tall.

Pin-point England, alight a soldier’s drifting
scars by one soft match-light, nurse. Crawl

in from the valley that was your heel-
print running. Mender of maps, mender

of arms upon their planks and ropes, wheel
back the bird melted in the sun, defender,

say every ferried world goes round,
a carousel with runners bolted down.

Edith, where is home, now the moon’s our ground,
the emptied pools and fancied bust of Lincoln.

Before the wall of some fake hotel, a half flight down,
take in your arms our torn and laughing kite.




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