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Pola Fanous (via wordsnquotes)

Every year the Scottish Poetry Library chooses some of the best poems of the previous year. This is one that made the 2016 list… So many of the people I’ve informed that she is dead have said ‘If there’s anything we can do, anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.’ Well, actually, since you offer, yes: Would you mind driving me headlong through the universe at ten million miles an hour, scattering stars like trashcans scorching the sky? Put your foot to the floor, crash right through the gate of Fate, trespass galaxies, straight over black holes and supernovas to the hideout of God. Wait for me while I break down the boardroom door and drag the high and mighty fucker out of his conference with Eternity, his summit on the Mysteries Of Life, and get him to explain to me why it was so necessary to torture and humiliate and finally exterminate my wife. But no. These things I do not say because I know that by ‘anything at all’ you mean a cup of tea or a lift into town, if you’re going that way anyway. Michel Faber

“This poem was written shortly after my wife Eva died of cancer. We had lived together in a railway stationhouse in the Highlands for many years and I returned there alone to grieve. It was an isolated spot and I’m not a driver so naturally neighbours, friends and acquaintances offered various kinds of support.

It is, of course, lovely when people offer you a lift into town or a cup of tea. And useful, too. But the poem addresses the impossible gulf between such gestures and what you truly feel you need when you’ve just lost the love of your life.