Poetry for the soul
Poetry for the soul

BooksOctober 9, 2015

Books: The Friday Poem – Six Typewriters, by Fleur Adcock

Poetry for the soul
Poetry for the soul

 

Six typewriters

 

To begin with, my father’s reconditioned

German keyboard picked up during the war,

with a spiky Gothic ‘o’.

Then, I suppose,

when I was married, the use of Alistair’s:

details forgotten or repressed.

 

In Dunedin I answered a small ad

and paid £10 for a museum piece

black and upright as a Model T Ford.

 

Next, a surprise: Barry Crump’s portable

Empire Corona, an honourable

parting substitute for alimony.

 

It’s rusting at the back of a cupboard

in case it should become collectable –

after all, he had his face on a stamp.

 

Then my Adler Gabriele: brand-new,

the machine ‘für moderne Menschen’ –

handsome and much cherished, until

 

the last one, a gift from my mother:

electronic with adjustable spacing

and a self-correct facility;

 

so efficient that for years I spurned

computers. Of them I shall say nothing.

 

 

 

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