Coda

By Basil Bunting 1900–1985 Basil Bunting
A strong song tows
us, long earsick.
Blind, we follow
rain slant, spray flick
to fields we do not know.

Night, float us.
Offshore wind, shout,   
ask the sea
what’s lost, what’s left,   
what horn sunk,
what crown adrift.

Where we are who knows   
of kings who sup   
while day fails? Who,   
swinging his axe   
to fell kings, guesses   
where we go?

Basil Bunting, “Coda” from Complete Poems, edited by Richard Caddel. Reprinted with the permission of Bloodaxe Books Ltd., www.bloodaxebooks.com.

Source: Collected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 1968)

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Poet Basil Bunting 1900–1985

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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Basil Bunting, described as "the last minor master of the modernist mode" by Donald Hall in the New York Times Book Review, achieved his greatest popularity in the mid-1960s as one of the leaders of the new British literary avant-garde. Bunting's work was not always well-received; much of his early writing went largely unnoticed for years due to a mistaken association with Mussolini. Ezra Pound, an admirer of Bunting's poetry, . . .

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SUBJECT Activities, Travels & Journeys

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza

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