- Paperback: 96 pages
- Publisher: Wordsonthestreet (23 Mar 2011)
- Language English
- ISBN-10: 1907017070
- ISBN-13: 978-1907017070
- Product Dimensions: 20.3 x 13.3 x 0.6 cm
- Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 3,154,704 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Format:Paperback
This is a master poet. I'm a poet myself, and am not ashamed to say I learn from his poems - the sparseness, the directness, the open love, open grief, dark wit of them - very Yorkshire, the latter. Many of us - working poets - read him. I won't quote any poems, all of them quite short, he has a web site with a few samples. I have favourite poets, Hardy is one; I think C.P. Stewart is a peer. I've bought several copies as presents. One reaction back: 'Shocked. I didn't think anything could be this good. Who is this man?'
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Following the noble tradition of Cohen and Dylan, C.P.Stewart translates the simplicity and depth of song-writing from the voice to the page. The result is beautiful. Poem after poem of spare writing, sometimes dark, follows to the letter the Keith Douglas dictum that every word must earn its place.
The Hill-Farmer's Year
Winter again.
Another mouth to feed.
One less tooth.
There are many poems of self-exposure but always with the dignity of something hidden, a name, a relationship, is it a real or an imagined experience. We have honest directness but Stewart also makes the reader work. Nothing is just given away.
Somewhere,
back there,
something died.
Or was left behind.
We didn't stop.
Now, eager for sleep,
we tell ourselves stories.
It was only a dream,
and of no practical use,
even to our enemies.
His humanity is the golden thread, valuing and sometimes mourning, the past, the present and the future. Former loves and the precious presence of his wife, family and friends are honoured with no hint of sentimentality.
New Year's Eve
and I
kiss you last,
for all the world,
as an afterthought.
Some of the poems are enticingly enigmatic - is it a dead lover, a friend, a child who has left home, or his own youth or future death which is being lamented. It is as if dear people are being celebrated and at the same time protected.
The fire is dead.
The bottle is empty.
The words have stopped coming.
It is three months now.
C.P Stewart's poems have the purity of a Tibetan singing bowl with their harmonious resonances. And their mature simplicity encourages the reader to say them over and over and still find more.
I love and am loved.
It is almost enough.
...and if you are alert you will discover the poet's Christian name.
c. Gerard Rochford. (Poet - cf.Embers Hand Press)
The Hill-Farmer's Year
Winter again.
Another mouth to feed.
One less tooth.
There are many poems of self-exposure but always with the dignity of something hidden, a name, a relationship, is it a real or an imagined experience. We have honest directness but Stewart also makes the reader work. Nothing is just given away.
Somewhere,
back there,
something died.
Or was left behind.
We didn't stop.
Now, eager for sleep,
we tell ourselves stories.
It was only a dream,
and of no practical use,
even to our enemies.
His humanity is the golden thread, valuing and sometimes mourning, the past, the present and the future. Former loves and the precious presence of his wife, family and friends are honoured with no hint of sentimentality.
New Year's Eve
and I
kiss you last,
for all the world,
as an afterthought.
Some of the poems are enticingly enigmatic - is it a dead lover, a friend, a child who has left home, or his own youth or future death which is being lamented. It is as if dear people are being celebrated and at the same time protected.
The fire is dead.
The bottle is empty.
The words have stopped coming.
It is three months now.
C.P Stewart's poems have the purity of a Tibetan singing bowl with their harmonious resonances. And their mature simplicity encourages the reader to say them over and over and still find more.
I love and am loved.
It is almost enough.
...and if you are alert you will discover the poet's Christian name.
c. Gerard Rochford. (Poet - cf.Embers Hand Press)
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A Master Poet
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This is a master poet. I'm a poet myself, and am not ashamed to say I learn from his poems: the sparseness, the directness, the open love, open grief and dark wit of them - very Yorkshire, the latter. Many of us - working poets - read him. I won't quote any poems, all of them quite short - he has a web site with a few samples. I have favourite poets, Hardy is one; I think C.P. Stewart is a peer.
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