THE WILD WILD LANDS

In this collection we are inspired by the Cornish poet Charles Causley. Causley was born, lived and died in the same small Cornish town, but his life was anything but an inactive or uneventful one. His poems show a rich portrayal of Cornish landscapes, drawing on it’s history, legends and folklore.

The Seasons in North Cornwall

O Spring has set off her green fuses
Down by the Tamar today,
And careless, like tide-marks, the hedges,
Are bursting with almond and may.

Here lie I waiting for old summer,
A red face and straw-coloured hair has he:
I shall meet him on the road from Marazion
And the Mediterranean Sea.

September has flung a spray of rooks
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.

My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door,
And the white ships of winter lie
In the sea-roads of the moor.

Charles Causley