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A Song for My Father

Delores Gauntlett

Against the yam-vine quiet of the garden
a nightingale stirred with my father: the lift
and fall of the pickaxe, the heaving throat
of the hidden bird exacting
the subtleties of song.
This would become the memory of high grass
brushing wet against the black waterboots.

I didn’t realize I was watching him
when, as to an altar
he bent with bare hands to a sudden digging
till the head of yam surfaced
like a flowering from the earth;
the nightingale’s song perched
upon the senses, then drifted
from the dewy pimento leaves
and, like a scent, was gone.


Delores Gauntlett

from New Caribbean Poetry: An Anthology edited by Kei Miller (Manchester: Carcanet, 2007)

Reproduced by kind permission of the author.

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About this poem

This poem, representing Jamaica, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.

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