Long Ago
In a house I visited when I was young I looked in through a partly opened door. An old man sang ‘Long Ago and Far Away’ To a rocking-horse, a friend’s grandfather Whose first-born son was lost at sea Half-a-century In a ship whose name I have forgotten.
Whenever that sad song is played or sung I’m in that house again, by that same door. A woman tugs my sleeve. ‘Come away,’ She says. ‘Leave him alone.’ He sings, but he’s no longer there. The rocking horse is rocking like the sea. Ocean is everywhere And the room is wind and rain.
Douglas Dunn
From New Selected Poems 1964 – 2000 (Faber & Faber, 2003)
Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library |