08 March 2010

The Start of a Poem Singing the Life of Thomas Carlyle.


Come wind and rain, and other wet offsprings of heaven
It is 3 o'clock and darkening on the Carlisle road

The men of Ecclefechan wind up their labors
A hard day's work of the kind not done in London

Margaret Aitken is with child, her first
A child who shall with mason's trade be nursed

Amid the green and gray of nearby land
The child wanders, with eyes and feet
He dips his toes in Solway sand
And sings his psalms as the folk think meet.

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