English Poems Index
Our grandfather by the sea, blind.
His deck chair settles our rug on the stones
and his face takes sunlight like thirst.
We always play games that need speaking;
each of our cards and moves are told.
And he smiles in his taking part.
We are saying our childhood to this old man
and his beautiful face, liver-marked and shy,
has no end in its space, no end in its gentleness,
to hold a whole life of listening left to do.
By Oliver Shelley
About The Poet :
Oliver Shelley grew up near Oxford and now (2009 : March) lives in Cambridge, England.
Words to Know :
Deck Chair : a collapsible adjustable outdoor chair with a wooden framework and a seat usually made from a piece of strong fabric suspended between the top and bottom of the central frame
Liver-Marked : a usually dark brown patch of pigmentation on the skin, usually occurring later in life