Poem: ‘Staggering Ashore’
Harry Clifton, 9 May 1996
Staggering ashore, on Prospero’s island, Making a landfall, in Twelfth Night, Illyria, or the coast of Ireland – Caught, I would be indicted,
So, as usual, the disguise Before striking inland. But how will I be recognised And who will understand
That I am brother to my sister, Son, or rightful heir? Malvolio, the ill-wisher, Lurks under every stair,
And Caliban, in the marram...