Saturday, 4 January 2014
















For Skip James

When Skip James sings
‘Hard Time Killing Floor Blues’
with a voice as high and light and sad
as the silhouette of a sparrow
           against a winter sun,
and somehow makes the strings of his guitar
tug shivers
from a heart you’d thought was set,
know that this is music
not from the soul
or for the soul
but of the soul.

Don’t expect
to find in it a flake of comfort.
It pretends to answer nothing,
offers no guidance or praise.

This is no hymn.
It is the song of a sparrow
that flew steeply into the blue,
and came back none the wiser –
          as lonely as the sun.

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