- Psalm 90
You caught my eye when you were just Someone else’s epigraph; I wanted you to be my own, To fall into my arms and laugh At little things I would observe or try: I copied you out so in love was I.
Your repetitions at the end Almost made me cry that time, And some time later, taking stock Of what I thought I had of mine, I found you out by a kind of providence Opening a book inside a book by chance.
I loved your vulnerability, Your ancientness, the kind of prayer You made, its delicate insistence That just might change the listening air: Establish it for us, the work of our hands, Establish it, the work your hand commands.
And let its beauty be upon us: Let your work be shown to children. Make us glad as many days, And years, affliction has bewildered. And satisfy us early with your song: Change your mind, loved one, return. How long? [End Page 258]
Edward Clarke is currently completing a book of poems in response to the Psalter, each poem engaging in a different way with a psalm as a means of invoking the spirit of David as a guide in moving upon the Tree of Life. His latest book is The Vagabond Spirit of Poetry (Iff Books, 2014); Palgrave Macmillan published The Later Affluence of W. B. Yeats and Wallace Stevens in 2012. He teaches English literature at various colleges and the Department for Continuing Education, Oxford University. edwardjamesclarke@yahoo.co.uk.