Poem: ‘Monument’
Richard Sanger, 9 August 2001
I Forget the photos. Today I want you when you ruled, When you sailed through the room, my schooner, And men and boys fell on each other in your wake – Today I want your shape, your heft, your grace. It’s the Thirties, say, and I will sculpt you: Not the strapping peasant girl bringing forth Her fields of grain, not the shopfloor virgin Goading the workers to exceed their quotas...