#2.43 – Married you with my eyes

#2.43 - Married you with my eyes
sent from: London, UK. destination: Bombay, India
Read this Pat Ingoldsby poem today, and knew I wouldn’t come close to anything like it, so I present the end of it here:

The Winter of ’47 Down The Green by Pat Ingoldsby.

I remember how you made the village
so deep and beautiful
I stood looking out the window
and married you with my eyes.

Here’s the complete poem

The Winter of ’47 Down The Green 
Malahide. I was 5 and I remember


I remember you snow
the silence you put across the village
made a buzzing sound like quiet amazement
I remember you higher than the step
heavy against the door
I remember you lighter than a sneeze

I remember how you hid the village green
and the lane beside it 
so deep
you showed us half a hedge
the top of a pump
and hid everything lower than the windowsill

Nobody could take a horse and cart up New Street
nobody would even try.
Nobody could see the waters of the estuary
a dark and heavy grey had filled it up
between The Island and the village green
an immensity of grey and nothing more

I remember you snow
you put chilblains on the edges of our ears
and confused our feet with hidden pavements.

I remember how you made the village
so deep and beautiful
I stood looking out the window
and married you with my eyes.

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