In Memory Of Nelson Mandela

Thinking of the passing tonight of Nelson Mandela, the following lines keep coming to me, from a poem by Stephen Spender entitled “I Think Continually”:

“I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. . . .

“Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

(Read the whole poem here.)

If there is any person of the recent past who has “left the vivid air signed with their honour”, it is Nelson Mandela.


Hi! Welcome to the first post in my poetry blog.

Here is a recent poem I wrote about the subject.


is a body part
in need of my daily attention,
a muscle to be
worked, a joint

to be flexed, skin
that requires renewing.
Maybe the point
is to put into motion

that part, that flesh
where a poem resides:
something that we find
just below the belly

and behind the eyes,
at the tips of the fingers and
the middle of the ears,
everywhere blood

and breath
make their home:
the top of the head,
the bottom of the heart,

the very centre
of the bone.