New British Poetry 19: Meister Craft

And up to the end/ a tender science./ Perhaps things were futile/ but not without weight. But/ what is truly empty,/ that quite clearly is/ always there.

What remains/ is that I belong to earth,/ dreadful mother, in/ beloved eyes I go dark,/ belong to the male/ star, a

seed of chance/ bought from the/ ether's curiosity.

Reading these poems, one cannot be entirely happy - and yet, there is in so many of them a sense that aspects of the world around us deserve to be remembered and cherished, that it is impossible to label Meister as wholly pessimistic. These are powerful, thought-provoking, sometimes difficult poems, which ought to be better known.

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