Quantcast
Channel: Poetry | The Guardian
Viewing all articles
Browse latest Browse all 3696

The Saturday poem: Smith

0
0
by Michael Donaghy

What is this fear before the unctuous teller?
Why does it seem to take a forgers nerve
To make my signature come naturally?
Naturally? But every singatures
A trick we learn to do, consistently,
Like Queequegs cross, or Whistlers butterfly.
Perhaps some childhood spectre grips my hand
Every time Im asked to sign my name.

Continue reading...

Viewing all articles
Browse latest Browse all 3696

Latest Images