A song for England
An’ a so de rain a-fall
An’ a so de snow a-rain
An’ a so de fog a-fall
An’ a so de sun a-fall
An’ a so de seasons mix
An’ a s de bag-o’-tricks
But a so me understan’
De misery o’ de Englishman
Andrew Salkey (1928-95)
From ‘Poems on the Underground’ 9th edition
Woke this morning to see
most of everything covered in
a sheet of white.
Might be snow,
might be ice. I’m snug indoors,
And don’t feel the need to
confirm which one it
It’s a pretty picture straight
out of a postcard, this
white on red bricks, black lines
of bare branches sketched against
a gray cloud.
I’m snug indoors, thinking of the
Republic day parade back home, endless
march of cadets and soldiers, fascinating;
wonder who the Chief Guest is this year – which
country honored to view our military,
cultural, colorful might.
Watching the white melt under the
pitiful sun, I think of Delhi school kids walking
that stretch in the morning. It’s a good thing that
R-day comes in the winter or it would be
to walk for so long.
I marvel at this planet; such extremes
I’m glad to be here.