The most read Lifesaving Poems of 2014


Here are the most read Lifesaving Poems of 2014.

For the first time I have been able to compare last year’s top ten with this year’s, so have put last year’s position in brackets. * denotes a new entry to the top ten.

1 (1) ‘Journey’ -Mary Oliver

I first came across Mary Oliver’s ‘The Journey’ on Malcolm Doney’s Posterous page, sadly now defunct. (While it was still with us I took the liberty of copying it to my scrapbook blog Nowhere Better Than This, the text of which is here. The good news is you can now listen to Malcolm Pausing for Thought on Radio 2. A recent favourite example is this short piece, on hope. It has five essential words of Wendell Berry in it, which, as my children never tire of laughing at me for saying, is worth the admission fee.)

Until finding ‘The Journey’ on Malcolm’s blog I had not really got Mary Oliver’s project. I am still learning from her capacious, wise and effortless-looking poetry. She is fast becoming, as Auden said of Marianne Moore, one of the handful of poets I can read on any day and in any mood.

2 (3) ‘Wind’ -Ted Hughes

Just about everyone I know who reads and writes poetry seriously owes a debt of one kind or another to Ted Hughes, directly or indirectly. Even though I never met him (the nearest I came was receipt of a hand-written note in the summer before he died) I still think of him as the single biggest influence on my poetry-writing (and therefore reading) life. As Peter Sansom said when he died, his death was the first of a public figure that moved me personally.

3 (2) ‘Atlas’ -U A Fanthorpe

I heard ‘Atlas’ before I read it.  I was in a tiny, tardis-like medieval church, at a rather posh wedding in Winchester.

In a day that seemed to contain, as in so many English summer days, more than its fair share of tension and release, the poem appeared as unlooked for balm and blessing. Most crucially it created a long moment in which all of the day’s private sadness and public celebration could be held equidistant from each other, not so much for close examination but rather to allow acceptance to take a tentative foothold.

A moment of breathing, of in-filled lungs, returning us to a larger moment, to each other and to ourselves.

4 (5) ‘Everything Is Going to be All Right’ -Derek Mahon

I first read Derek Mahon’s ‘Everything is Going to be All Right’ as an undergraduate, somewhere towards the end of my degree, at a stage of life when everything did indeed seem hopeful and untainted by disaster and breakdown. My reaction on reading it is was a kind of falling in love, infatuation followed by obsession, taking the book in which I found it (a library copy of his Selected Poems) everywhere and checking every ten minutes to see if it was still there.

5 (*) ‘To His Lost Lover’ -Simon Armitage

A welcome new entry to the Lifesaving Poems Top Ten.

Like so many Lifesaving Poems, I heard ‘To His Lost Lover’ before I read it, in a BBC2 film about love poetry, sometime in the Nineties.

I had been an admirer of Armitage’s work for some time, but this was the moment I really got him, in the way people speak about finally getting jazz or the blues when they least expect it, as it were without trying, out of the blue, because of one performance.

Perched beside a crag of ancient magma on a Yorkshire moor, Armitage read his poem through a plastic wallet in slanting, icy rain. Wet through in his anorak, he looked fantastically cold and pissed off.

I found the combination of grim circumstances and slow outpouring of grief in the poem mesmerising and moving. Not only did I admire his professionalism for getting the job done beautifully, it seemed as though the poem had to be read there, its exposed and exposing circumnavigation of a ruined relationship enacted in the elemental downpour of the day. In its stripped back couplets infrequently connecting by force of full rhyme it is a tour de force of control and of love, both of which are as icy as the film’s setting, and all the stronger for it.

6 (5) ‘Night Drive’ -Seamus Heaney

‘Night Drive’ explores in a resolutely low-key register those fertile and  liminal spaces between wakefulness and sleep, light and dark,  arrival and departure.  As in so many of Heaney’s poems, there is a back-note of cautionary guilt and self-reproach running across the lines; the separation which causes the poem to be written is celebrated as it appears to be mourned.

7 (*) ‘Who?’ -Charles Causley

Another welcome new entry to the Lifesaving Poems top ten.

Philip Gross once said to me that when he went into schools to take writing workshops with children he deliberately set out not to read to the whole class but to one child. He meant by this that he chose not to go for the easy laugh and the snappy punchline, preferring instead to let his poems find the one child in the class they were meant for, often quiet, sometimes invisible, usually one with a talent for daydreaming. He would know he had found them if they came up to him at the end to ask a question about a poem once the other children had gone out to play.

‘Who?’ is written for the invisible child lurking inside all of us.

8 (6) ‘May the Silence Break’ -Brendan Kennelly

This poem is the reason I called this series of blog posts ‘lifesaving’.

A young friend of mine was in a coma in hospital, the result of a traffic accident. I read her poems from  Kennelly’s A Time for Voices (Bloodaxe, 1990), having been encouraged by the doctors to continue to speak to her, hearing being the most enduring of the senses. Partly the decision was pragmatic: it is easier to read to someone who is not going to answer back than it is to sustain a monologue of news and chit-chat. Partly the decision was romantic: I sensed that Kennelly was someone who knew about ‘the war on silence’ and the cost of trying to overcome it.

My friend not only survived, she is now thriving. This is the miracle of poetry.

9 (*) ‘St Francis and the Sow’ -Galway Kinnell

Another welcome new entry to the Lifesaving top ten, not least because we lost this great poet in 2014.

I was first shown it by Jean Sprackland, at theArvon Foundation’s writing centre at Totleigh Barton.

That week we had given our group a pre-course task, of bringing to the course one book of poems they felt passionate about, to share and discuss with others. Jean brought Kinnell’s Bloodaxe Selected. I had not seen it or the poem before.

My initial reaction to it was one of surprise and great fondness. I loved that it dared to hymn unlovely subject matter. I loved its complete self-absorption in the living moment of description. I loved that it did not seem to care a hoot what I thought about it.

Reading it again now, I think daring is not far from the mark. It seems to take two very distinct strains of American poetry, beginning in didacticism and ending with tender praise, and blends them without one overshadowing the other. That is both risky and skillful. Poems that do that usually fall flat on their backsides, while this one achieves lift-off and in plain sight.

10 (*) ‘Buffalo Dusk’ -Carl Sandburg

The final new entry to the Lifesaving Poems top ten, and the one I am most surprised to see there.

‘Buffalo Dusk’  is a short poem of epic regret and deep mourning. You can read it once and get it straight away; you can read it a thousand times, as Robert Frost said you should, and still have your breath taken away by the suddenness of its closing, a bookend of its opening.

It is a great poem of witness. The key line seems to me ‘And those who saw the buffaloes are gone’. The poem is a lament for the passing of a  mythological and actual beast, at the same time as it is the telling of that passing. Reading it we become complicit in the process of how this came about, as we are challenged to keep the myth alive in future tellings.


You can read the list of last year’s most read Lifesaving Poems here.


1 Comment

  1. Dear Anthony

    An extremely thoughtful selection. I’ve sent a copy of my latest volume: ‘The Book Of Irregular Sonnets’ to Exeter University library. May I take this opportunity to wish you and your family a very happy New Year.

    Best wishes from Simon


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