Clive James last poem about dying

Clive James last poem about dying

Clive James 2014

Clive James – Photo courtesy of Yahoo! UK TV

Ben Arnold reported that Clive James is suffering terminal emphysema in September 2014 at
and that he has written this lovely last poem, reproduced here for you to enjoy.

Japanese Maple

by Clive James – first published in The New Yorker

“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.”

Thank you Clive James…