Ruth Fainlight: Poetry Poem Text

Ruth Fainlight: Poetry Poem Text

Borrowed Time (excerpt)

I feel a bit crazy tonight,

my mood heightened, unstable:

maybe because it's full moon,

or maybe because we're living

on borrowed time. But borrowed

from whom? Maybe the moon -

it could be the moon who allows

you to live beyond your due.

This morning the doctor said

he's amazed you're still alive.

I'm not. Why should you die?

Ageing (excerpt)

Since early middle-age

(say around forty)

I've been writing about ageing,

poems in many registers:

fearful, enraged or accepting

as I moved through the decades.

Now that I'm really old

there seems little left to say.

Pointless to bewail

the decline, bodily and mental;

undignified; boring

not to me only but everyone,

and ridiculous to celebrate

the wisdom supposedly gained

simply by staying alive.

- Nevertheless, to have faith

that you'll be adored as an ancient

might make it all worthwhile.

The Storm (excerpt)

Instead of a struggle with grief,

we were fighting the weather,

reduced to the ludicrous; instead of prayer,

a dry shelter was what seemed most important.

Water running across my hands, inside my sleeves,

I took the spade and being chief mourner,

made the first movement to bury you.

Archive Film Material (excerpt)

At first it seemed a bank of swaying flowers

wind blown beside a railway track, but then

I saw it was the turning heads of men

unloaded from the cattle trucks at Auschwitz.

- Ruth Fainlight

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