I posted this in 2017 with its critical note. The context was different then, and the note was concerned with other things. It is the outstanding poem in the collection – and in the current context of refugees from Ukraine, and the slow response to them by the government of the UK gains added relevance.
Sydney Tremayne ‘Refugees’ 1948
Refugees
Sydney Tremayne
There is one thing that matters,
only one thing that matters,
but I can’t remember what
for my wits are refugees
overloaded with bundles
dragging a dead time’s keepsakes,
bank book, birth certificates,
insurance policy, deeds,
proofs of dead identity,
contract with security,
receipts for outdated hates.
My wits are overburdened
with keys to demolished codes
no longer abodes but stones
with which little noted lanes
will be hardened and widened
into arterial roads.
Meanwhile they wander dully
in unfamiliar country
unkempt, dispersed, defeated,
cheated of will’s coherence,
now bit by bit discarding
treasures of no importance.
But there is one thing that matters.
There was one thing that mattered
though the world shatter wholly.
How can the whole be shattered?
How can the shattered be whole?
I talk like a fool. One talks
to be companionable.
It is laughable, really,
but I am weary, forget,
and strife has picked reason’s locks
and burgled the store. No more
shall we arrange the trim lore,
pour out the warming wisdom
and hand it around. Sugar?
No, that doesn’t matter. But
there was something that mattered,
something I must remember
more important than saws. Look,
there is sunlight again. See
how the whole world glows. Trees’ bare
bark sparkles and shows life, like
the plumage of birds. More words!
Whole world! World whole!
Whole world well,
Hey ding-a-ding-ding,
As seen from a shell hole in the spring
And broken trees bring images
Of birds with shimmering plumages
Not stuffed but on the wing.
What was I rummaging for?
Something must not be damaged,
something of great importance
and I wonder what it was.
From Sydney Tremayne ‘Time and the Wind’ Collins (1948) p.53