{"id":238,"date":"2010-03-09T13:04:59","date_gmt":"2010-03-09T13:04:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/?p=238"},"modified":"2024-03-19T10:16:29","modified_gmt":"2024-03-19T10:16:29","slug":"new-bridge-pamphlet-out-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/2010\/03\/09\/new-bridge-pamphlet-out-now\/","title":{"rendered":"New Bridge Pamphlet out now"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/em>The new collection is now available, please scroll down to buy it directly from The Rialto.<\/p>\n

The latest in the series of Rialto Bridge Pamphlets, designed to cross the gap between magazine and book publication for new writers or, for established writers, that between collections. Twenty-one poems by a master craftsman.<\/p>\n

Peter Sansom has made ‘a sort of living’ from poetry for over twenty years. His Carcanet books are ‘witty, realistic and imaginative’ – Observer, winning awards and a loyal readership, while his Writing Poems, Bloodaxe 1994, is still said to change writing lives.<\/p>\n

Peter Sansom has been Fellow in Poetry at both Leeds and Manchester Universities, and company poet for M&S and the Prudential. He is a director with Ann Sansom of The Poetry Business in Sheffield, where they edit The North magazine and Smith\/Doorstop Books.<\/p>\n

THE NIGHT IS YOUNG<\/p>\n

I have drunk
\na highland malt that took my head off
\nto show willing at two in the morning,
\nthe odd glass of red with a meal for my heart
\nand a pint of shandy at the quiz,
\nbut not
\nlet my hair down sick as a dog
\nhair of the dog, not drunk<\/em> drunk,
\nnot for years, and even then, hormones
\neverywhere, never lost it completely
\nbrought back a curry in a taxi
\non a girlfriend, not said
\nwhat I didn\u2019t know I meant it was
\nthe drink talking<\/em>
\nnot Friday night drunk or office party
\ndrunk in charge of a photocopier
\nlet\u2019s have some fun
\nas Jane Austen said
\non this reckless planet.<\/p>\n

God help me to get to this age
\nand never what a great night that was
\nif only I could remember it<\/em>
\ncompletely and utterly
\ndrunk? Me?<\/em> Not ever,
\nnot yet.<\/p>\n

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August 2009<\/h5>\n

Here\u2019s something for the long Bank Holiday weekend. This poem by William Morris, (from his Poems By The Way,<\/em> New Edition 1910, First Published 1891), was going to be the page one poem for the new edition of The Rialto, No. 67<\/em>, out now. But it was a bit too long to fit comfortably onto the page.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s clearly something important going on in this poem but it\u2019s a bit circumlocutory in its path. Readers are invited to translate it into Twenty-First Century idiom, and into as few lines as possible. Sonnet length, perhaps?<\/p>\n

This is not a competition, but the best (in the editor\u2019s opinion) versions, or at least one of them, will be published in this blog – may even be published in the magazine. Please send your versions by post, and mark the envelope Summer Thunder.<\/strong><\/p>\n

THUNDER IN THE GARDEN<\/strong><\/p>\n

When the boughs of the garden hang heavy with rain<\/p>\n

And the blackbird reneweth his song,<\/p>\n

And the thunder departing yet rolleth again,<\/p>\n

I remember the ending of wrong.<\/p>\n

When the day that was dusk while his death was aloof<\/p>\n

Is ending wide-gleaming and strange<\/p>\n

For the clearness of all things beneath the world\u2019s roof,<\/p>\n

I call back the wild chance and change.<\/p>\n

For once we twain sat through the hot afternoon<\/p>\n

While the rain held aloof for awhile,<\/p>\n

Till she, the soft-clad, for the glory of June<\/p>\n

Changed all with the change of her smile.<\/p>\n

For her smile was of longing, no longer of glee,<\/p>\n

And her fingers, entwined with my own,<\/p>\n

With caresses unquiet sought kindness of me<\/p>\n

For the gift that I never had known.<\/p>\n

Then down rushed the rain, and the voice of the thunder<\/p>\n

Smote dumb all the sound of the street,<\/p>\n

And I to myself was grown nought but a wonder,<\/p>\n

As she leaned down my kisses to meet.<\/p>\n

That she craved for my lips that had craved her so often,<\/p>\n

And the hand that had trembled to touch,<\/p>\n

That the tears filled her eyes I had hoped not to soften<\/p>\n

In this world was a marvel too much.<\/p>\n

It was dusk \u2019mid the thunder, dusk e\u2019en as the night,<\/p>\n

When first brake out our love like the storm,<\/p>\n

But no night-hour was it and back came the light<\/p>\n

While our hands with each other were warm.<\/p>\n

And her smile killed with kisses, came back as at first<\/p>\n

As she rose up and led me along,<\/p>\n

And out to the garden, where nought was athirst,<\/p>\n

And the blackbird renewing his song.<\/p>\n

Earth\u2019s fragrance went with her, as in the wet grass,<\/p>\n

Her feet little hidden were set;<\/p>\n

She bent down her head,\u2019neath the roses to pass,<\/p>\n

And her arm with the lily was wet.<\/p>\n

In the garden we wandered while the day waned apace<\/p>\n

And the thunder was dying aloof;<\/p>\n

Till the moon o\u2019er the minster-wall lifted his face,<\/p>\n

And grey gleamed out the lead of the roof.<\/p>\n

Then we turned from the blossoms, and cold were they grown:<\/p>\n

In the trees the wind westering moved;<\/p>\n

Till over the threshold back fluttered her gown,<\/p>\n

And in the dark house I was loved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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