Late – Fiona Sampson



Not much use				
saying then				
I was busy 
I was asked 

as if to suggest
there were orders 		
I only followed 
useless afterwards

when you find
it was your life
you murdered
your own life 

that mobile
muscled thing so sweet			
to hold 
but always slipping 

out of your arms 
and letting slip
you thought 

it would outlast you
with its promise
and clean flesh 

you grasped air 
but you thought
that there would always be
this other thing

beyond the body 
beyond soul even
keeping you 
company somewhere 

not quite forgotten
not quite held 
in mind persisting
all the same.
Fiona Sampson

About Fiona Sampson

Fiona Sampson has received the Newdigate Prize, a Cholmondeley Award, Writer’s Awards from the Arts Councils of England and of Wales and the Society of Authors, various Poetry Book Society commendations, and international prizes in Macedonia and the US. She has twice been shortlisted for both the T.S. Eliot Prize and Forward Prizes. She is published in thirty-seven languages. She is Professor of Poetry at the University of Roehampton. Her Selected Poems recently appeared in the US, China, Romania and Ukraine. Her latest collection The Catch (Chatto) was published in February 2016.