Passing Through
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
I looked to the streets, the bars, the Bingo halls;
the Legion, the betting shop, the fields
of Anfield Road.
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
I listened for a solitary voice
whispering my name
in the massed throng of the Spion Kop.
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
I felt the spirit of Shankly passing through me,
and the man I became beheld the boy I was
with the man who was my father,
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
whose life and death I saw as a flag embroidered
with his dreams: a huge tapestry of hopes, passed
from hand to hand among his family and his friends.
¶ 5
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
I recalled his final breath misting a silver mirror;
a final exhalation. I sensed a parting of the clouds,
divined a shifting in the stars.
¶ 6
Leave a comment on verse 6 0
Then, as daylight faded, I heard from the river
a murmur of one man talking
and many more laughing,
¶ 7
Leave a comment on verse 7 0
and I felt the spirit of my father
passing through me.
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4
0 Comments on verse 5
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 5
0 Comments on verse 6
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 6
0 Comments on verse 7
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 7