Friday poem: ‘Japanese Maple’ by Clive James

10 April 2015

Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?

Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.

My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:

Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colours will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

 

Sentenced to Life

‘Japanese Maple’ was first published in The New Yorker and appears in Clive James’s new collection, Sentenced to Life, which is out now. You can also watch him reading this poem on the BBC.

Clive recently gave an incredibly moving and comprehensive interview to Robert McCrum for the Guardian.

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