Charles Causley

was one of the best-loved and most widely anthologised poets of the 20th century. He was also one of the most underrated and marginalised when it came to the literary pecking order. / The Independent 6.11.03

Ein Gedicht des englischen Lyrikers Charles Causley, der im Alter von 76 Jahren starb.

Eden Rock

They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet.
My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.
She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.
The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely,
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, „See where the stream-path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think.“
I had not thought that it would be like this.
Charles Causley

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