THEMES

THEMES: THE RIVER DEE, CHESTER

This is the second post in this category, one which brings together poems with a connecting theme.

The Dee, which rises in North Wales and enters Liverpool Bay and the Irish Sea through the vast Dee Estuary, flows through the city of Chester in North West England. There is a  stretch of the river – no longer perhaps than a third of a mile – that flows past a tree-lined embankment called The Groves. The titles and opening lines of all of the poems inspired by that stretch are listed in alphabetical order. Please click on the title to read the whole poem.

 

CORMORANTS

In the driest months when the tidal river

is low and the current almost lethargic,

when the waters flow gently over the weir

the Normans built to create a fish pool…

 

COURAGE

In the stretch from here to where the river bends

around the meadows, there have been drownings –

…A children’s cancer charity has fastened

awareness-raising memento mori

to the railings of a suspension footbridge…

 

SALMON LEAP

An aged busker in a Stetson sets up

on the river embankment near the café.

He talks at length about his life, then sings

Carole King’s ‘And it’s too late, baby now’…

 

THE BANDSTAND

Beside the city’s  river is a bandstand –

Victorian, octagonal in shape,

with eight delicate wrought iron columns –

redolent of summer Sunday afternoons,

and the poignant breathiness of brass bands…

 

THE CYBER DEAD

‘Knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s door,’ a busker

began to sing near to the ice cream kiosk,

just after I had left the public toilet,

its adamantine urinals made

in Burnley…

 

THE EMBRACE OF NOTHING

Rome’s legionnaires quarried its sandstone cliffs

and Ptolemy put the Dee on the map.

William the Conqueror, in winter,

force-marched his army over the Pennines

to reach the river and waste the town…

 

THE GROVES

We are sitting on a bench in a peaceful

place popular even on a winter’s day

now lockdown has been eased. This tree-lined

terraced embankment beside the river…

 

THE RIVER

This river, deeper than most in metaphor,

abundantly fluent in simile,

is in spate…

 

 

 

 

 

THEMES: VENICE

This is the first post in a new category, one which brings together poems with a connecting theme.

I first visited Venice in 1989 with my wife and daughter. We travelled by train from Bologna – where our daughter was studying – and crossed the lagoon on the railway causeway built by the Austrians during their second occupation of the city. We exited St Lucia station and there was the Grand Canal.

I have been back a number of times, the last being in 2017.

My first actual sighting of the city was in 1976. Again I was with my wife and daughter. We were returning from a holiday in Corfu. The pilot announced that we were flying over Venice. I looked down – and there it was, sunlight catching the terracotta roofs, surrounded by blue, romantic, enigmatic. I remember wonderingly if I would ever spend time there, and thinking it would be important to do so.

Venice has inspired a screenplay – IN THE LION’S MOUTH – as well as a number of poems. The poems on the site set in Venice and other islands in the Venetian Lagoon are listed in alphabetical order:

 

ACCADEMIA BRIDGE

Although elsewhere they must compete with tall men

from Senegal selling faux Gucchi bags…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/accademia-bridge/

 

A CONTINUING CITY

A millennium of trade and empire

has pushed the wooden piles the founders drove

more deeply into the seditious silt…

https://davidselzer.com/2012/12/a-definitive-history-of-venice/

 

BACINO DI SAN MARCO

From the Daniele’s restaurant terrace,

a bride and groom watch a shower of rain…

https://davidselzer.com/2012/12/a-definitive-history-of-venice-3/

 

CITY OF ART

There are the Biennale’s Big Beasts, of course…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/city-of-art/

 

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE

Ezra Pound looks both querulous and almost

slightly shifty…

https://davidselzer.com/2024/06/cognitive-dissonance/

 

DECLINE AND FALL

Once, there were no panhandlers in La

Serenissima. Now there are four beggars…

https://davidselzer.com/2012/12/a-definitive-history-of-venice-2/

 

EZRA POUND IN VENICE

Sitting in a traghetto, Olga Rudge

from Ohio and Ezra Pound from

Idaho – together fifty years…

https://davidselzer.com/2009/06/ezra-pound-in-venice/

 

FRUITS OF THE SEA

On the island of Burano, where women,

sitting at their front doors for the light, make lace…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/fruits-of-the-sea/

 

GRANDE HÔTEL DES BAINS

…Cholera is no longer a rumour…

 https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/grande-hotel-des-bains/

 

LA FENICE

At Punta Della Dogana, a cellist

seated under the arcade, is playing

melodies from operatic arias…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/la-fenice/

 

LA SERENISSIMA

…stucco white as cuttlefish. In shadows,

a lion’s mouth utters advantage or blame.

The whitewashed stench of the prison inspires

the palace. An improbable city…

https://davidselzer.com/2012/12/a-definitive-history-of-venice-5/

 

O BRAVE NEW WORLD

On the third floor of Ca’ Rezzonico –

where gondoliers slept when the palazzo

was let to the song writer Cole Porter…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/o-brave-new-world/

 

PIAZZA DI SAN MARCO

After the sky has shaded from indigo

to sepia, when swifts have gone and pigeons

roost in the crepuscular arcades…

https://davidselzer.com/2012/12/a-definitive-history-of-venice-4/

 

RIVA DEI SETTE MARTIRE, VENICE

If you stroll far enough, long enough eastwards

on Riva Degli Schiavoni (Shore

of the Slaves)…

https://davidselzer.com/2017/11/riva-dei-sette-martiri-venice/

 

 

THE ARMENIAN MONASTERY, SAN LAZZORO, VENICE

San Lazzaro island was the city’s

leper colony until the Doge

gave the Armenians sanctuary, no doubt

to annoy the Turks…

https://davidselzer.com/2016/09/the-armenian-monastery-san-lazzaro-venice/

 

THE FISH MARKET

The resin and fibreglass installation

of one of the sculptor’s small children’s

hands and wrists emerges from the Grand Canal…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/the-fish-market

 

THE GARIBALDI STATUE, VENICE

Usually on a geometric plinth,

sometimes ahorse, once like Charlemagne…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/11/the-garibaldi-statue-venice/

 

THE GHETTO

We came here more than twenty five years ago

but know when we reach the Trei Archi bridge

we have gone too far and turn…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/the-ghetto/

 

THE GULLS OF VENICE

Many things are forbidden in Venice…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/the-gulls-of-venice/

 

THE LAGOON

Like most houses over centuries here

this one has been divided…

https://davidselzer.com/2018/09/the-lagoon/

 

THOUGH NOW THERE ARE ANGELS

Long ago, before angels learned how to fly,

https://davidselzer.com/2025/07/though-now-there-are-angels/

 

WINTERING IN VENICE

The exiled Russian poet, Josef Brodsky…

https://davidselzer.com/2024/03/wintering-in-venice/