Neu! Post-Truth Poetics DAY SIXTY-TWO – George Szirtes


Petals of rain fold. Glass runs away with itself, grows furrows, splinters.
Seeing the future through the window, through the rain, through folded petals.
Nothing appears clear, only the rain unfolding its ragged sheets.
Only the petals closed in on themselves. The rain plucked, folded.


There’s fiercer weather in store. A ruined rain, crushed petals of water.
There are dark evenings and crueller nights, harsh mornings and a long unsettling.
But for now, soft rain, crisp petals of blown thunder, rumours of summer.
All this beyond thunder, soaked and folded, rain unfolding.



George Szirtes’ most recent book, Mapping the Delta, was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2016. It was a Poetry Book Society Choice. His blog can be found here.

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