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Gasometer - Poem

Literary Review,  Wntr, 2002  by Edwin Morgan

Gasometer

   You don't care about the wildness of the sky,
   my old gasometer! The kitchen window
   frames your gaunt frame, the black cross-struts
   stand firm, stand out, unyielding to the passion
   of reds and purples in the dying day.
   I have seen your stark ring taking sunlight
   till you were something molten, vanishing,
   magical--and when the moment passed
   you were strong and dark as your dead hammermen.
   (They whistle in the long-gone sheds. Listen!)
   You cannot hide where your strength comes from.
   You are constructivist to the core.
   Did you want gargoyles to crouch in your angles?
   I don't think so. Yours is the art of use.
   You could be painted, floodlit, archeologized,
   but I prefer the unremitting stance
   of what you were in what you are, no more.
   You are an iron guard or talisman,
   and I hear that those who talk of eyesores
   you have consigned, bless you, to the bad place.
   Day of tearing down, day of recycling,
   wait a while! Let the wind whistle
   through those defenceless arms and the moon bend
   a modicum of its glamorous light upon
   you, my familiar, my stranded hulk--a while!

Edwin Morgan is retired as Professor of English at the University of Glasgow and continues to live in Glasgow. His poems, translations, and essays have been widely published and anthologized. His numerous books of poetry include Virtual and Other Realities, Sonnets from Scotland, Poems of Thirty Years (which won the Scottish Arts Council Book Award), From Glasgow to Saturn, The New Divan, Concrete Poems, and a collection of translations, Rites of Passage.

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