Friday Poetry: Geoffrey Hill

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has had a good week and is ready for the weekend. I am back at work on Sunday so today I have been catching up with admin and prep for Sunday and next week but I have managed some reading.

My chosen poem this week is by the post-war poet Geoffrey Hill (1932-2016).

Epiphany at Saint Mary and All Saints

The wise men, vulnerable in ageing plaster,
are borne as gifts
to be set down among the treasures
in their familial strangeness, mystery's toys.

Below the church the Stour slovens
through its narrow cut. 
On service roads the lights cast amber salt
slatted with a thin rain doubling as snow.

Showings are not unknown: a six-winged seraph
somewhere impends-it is the geste of invention,
not the creative but the creator spirit.
The night air sings a colder spell to come. 

Geoffrey Hill