stevecampsall

Christine asked me to post this poem here. This is my first post to the forum, and it seems appropriate. I found the poem while browsing for the meaning of the word secheresse. It was a musical instruction on my son's piece of Bach piano music: egal et secheresse. I guessed "equal and dry" none too helpfully. Anyway, here's the poem; it's rather beautiful: Stillness. Beauty. How can such Noble grace Bring such Lonely endings? Bestowed the honour Of the world in A watchglass Shapeless arms Steal a cry and I weep. Abandoning myself to The will of the tide I find my soul screaming For secheresse And my throat grows hoarse As always. Nothing left but Ghastly wails. Mimicked by The waves I stare at the Motionless surface So grey A reflection of pain Greets my streaming eyes Is that what I've become? Throw back my head Laugh painful sobs In joy. Abandoning myself to the will Of the tide I find myself screaming For secheresse And my throat grows hoarse as always As always. You can find the original at: http://www.angelfire.com/de3/stopaskingwhy/stillnes.htm; I cannot find the poet's name. Steve

I am Steve Campsall, a 51-year-old teacher of English and Media Studies at The Beauchamp College. This is a mixed comprehensive upper school, with ~2000 students aged 14-19 years. The school is in a village called Oadby, which is on the outer edge of the city of Leicester, in central UK. Before beginning teaching in 1996, I was a marketing manager in the pharmaceutical industry, travelling far and wide around the globe. I run a popular web site for students of both GCSE English and English Literature, located at www.englishbiz.co.uk since about 1998.