Affair of Kites

Robin Robertson
Affair of KitesI sit, astonished by the pink kite:

its scoop and plunge, the briefness of it;

an escaped blouse, a pocket of silk

thumping like a heart

tight above the shimmering hill.

The sheer snap and plummet

sculpting the air’s curve, the sky’s chambers.

An affair with the wind’s body;

a feeling for steps in the rising air, a love

sustained only by the high currents

and the hopeless gesture of the heart’s hand.
The kitemaster has gone, invisible

over the hard horizon;

wind walks the grass between us.

I see the falling,

days later feel the crash.
From Robin Robertson’s A Painted Field, the very first Picador Poetry collection, published in February 1997.


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