Poem – Fleur Adcock

Elegy for Alistair 


in mem Alistair Campbell (1925-2009)

Now he is dead, who wrote
“Now he is dead, who talked
of wild places and skies
inhabited by the hawk” –

thereby captivating
readers and composers,
envious fellow-poets,
multiple admirers

of his romantic looks,
and silly girls like me,
foolish enough to marry
what I wanted to be

before I knew who I was
but wise enough to have chosen
a kind and dedicated
father for our children

who happened as well to have
an exquisite ear and eye
for a rhythm or a phrase.
Beautiful poet, goodbye.

Fleur Adcock

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