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ROGER CRAIK
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In Other Days
by Roger Craik
Copyright © 2021
First Edition
ISBN: 978-1-60964-367-6
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HOME (1956-65)
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Every road
led out of Leicester into Leicestershire.
Peatling Magna, Peatling Parva, Wistow Hall,
Leicestershire moving in the small
triangular window.
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WORK, 1963
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FOXTON LOCKS
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LEWES, 1966
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RITA SOWTER AND THE SURREYS
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ARTHUR WAIGHT
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KINGSTON, 1978
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IN THE PLAYING FIELDS
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PARK OF HUMAN RIGHTS, IZMIR
it’ll snag
a clumsy barricade of wire
to pierce, to stripe
that urchin whose one aim
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is climbing climbing climbing
—YASAK—
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IN DALYAN
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REMBRANDT
In the damp
shadow of the synagogue
stands Rembrandt van Rijn.
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TO OLGA KORBUT
And you?
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IN GENEVA STATE PARK, OHIO
As dawdlingly I made
great oblongs in the afternoon,
on either side the trees were moving
backwards and towards at different speeds,
each one unique, collectively as woods.
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NEW YEAR’S EVE, 1999
What holds?
What is there to hold?
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WIDOW OF CAIN, IN AGE
I remember little.
He was a stranger.
From the West, he muttered, to the earth.
And then the day with wine and the goblets
and the modest apparatus of prayer.
And my lynx-eyed sister
watching from the shadows.
I do remember, yes.
For years—
for years in the night he would glare at the wall,
moving his finger great from right to left
over the fissures, the discoloration,
seeking, then I thought, God in the quartz
saying nothing. Perhaps in the past . . .
But I, I was always alone.
Of my life before him I remember little, little, I tell you,
but those were the years when he would leave
before dawn to return, in darkness deepened,
with eyes vein-serpented and blood-rivered nails and the mark
vermillion. And already, leagues away,
massive from his hands was taking shape
a city, the greatest city east of Eden
monumentally hewn and raised at God,
called Enoch after the son I bore him, a rock in my womb,
but in his stern image, branded Cain,
who without legend died
a strong-armed stone’s throw from the towers
upthrust,
and the gate,
open towards the West.
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