Bluestone by James Lasdun
Author:James Lasdun
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780374713874
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
HOPS
When the drunk at the bar of the Royal Oak
glared into my face,
gripping his pint like a hand grenade
from which heâd just taken the pin,
and told me what he told me,
the pang I felt
was like the split that goes on riving
all the way down the trunk
from one sound blow to the wedge,
as though it had been there forever, waiting.
That was the last time I felt at home
in a country pub, therefore England;
that, for me, being Englandâ
that badger-set gloom
with its little church organ of bottles and pumps,
where a dim light from the sconce lamps
tools the unfakeable ease
on figures who belong there,
simply, set on their stools like chessmen,
as calmly set in their ways,
while over the burrowy stalings of pipe-smoke, yeast,
ancestral piss from the Gents
flares the bitter, freshening smell of hops,
feudal and vital; the inexhaustible gold dust
of the true Anglican host.
I worked on the neighboring farm one summer,
hop-picking with a crew of Gypsies.
The twelve-acre pole-and-wire trellises,
diagrammatic in spring,
had spurted their vines:
ten thousand living maypoles
in a haze of hop dust.
We hacked our way down the rows,
bundling tangled armfuls
into the stripping and sorting machines.
The clustering bracts
were sticky as flypaper:
little papery pouches of yellow snuff.
We stuffed them into burlap sacks,
then hauled them off to the ovens.
Two weeks into the season
the head-dazing, sour-gold smell
was in us like our own spoor;
we moved through the drifts of late summer
sweating it like the musk of hop gods.
We were the gods of that place if anyone wasâ
the stubble-gold shire streaming through us;
in sleep, crashed out under oak trees,
our sticky hands still sorting
the gold-filled, bunched, shrunken headsâ
Albion juju;
I was full of it then:
Malory, Holinshed,
King Johnâs sunk ducats
sifting from gold to sand
to hop pollen â¦
Iâm exorcising it now
with a backwoods ghost-fragrance
of birch beer and applejack
on a barn porch under black locusts
where thumb-sized hummingbirds
zoom through the crimson bee-balm
and whenever I move my pen
a fountain of goldfinches
splashes out of the bushes.
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