By Glyn Maxwell b. 1962 Glyn Maxwell
A northern hill aghast with weather
Scolds and lets me hurry over.
Someone phoned to tell my father
Someone died this morning of a
Stroke. The news has tapped me with a
Stick. I vaguely knew his brother.
No one knows where I am either.

Now I’m lost. I don’t know whether
This road runs along the river
Far enough. I miss my lover,
Town and all the south. I’d rather
Die than be away forever,
What’s the difference. Here’s another
Field I don’t remember either.

Glyn Maxwell, “Either” from The Boys at Twilight: Poems 1990-1995. Copyright © 2000 by Glyn Maxwell. Reprinted by permission of Glyn Maxwell.

Source: The Boys at Twilight: Poems 1990-1995 (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2000)


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Poet Glyn Maxwell b. 1962


Subjects Living, Health & Illness, Disappointment & Failure, Death, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Activities, Travels & Journeys

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