George Szirtes

Song (from 'Black Sea Sonnets')

Inside every other is a you, and this is you
is what I would sing, if I had a voice to sing it,
because the song would be poignant, pointed,
unmistakable, rejoicing, eternal and blue,
the way a horn tails off into silence or an unlit
room. And I'd hear the Black Sea as it shunted
slowly to an fro, its joy made of desire,
of loss, and sheer astonishment. Perhaps
as its core, in its dying deep bed, it moans
and hums in a voice we can't hear, that laps
at the place where our hands were, where a silver wire
of foam creeps beneath the skin into the bones
and goes on living there, I don't know how,
but it's as if I heard that singing now.

Taken from Reel published by Bloodaxe (2004)


The Current Issue

The current issue is packed with poems, reviews and interviews.

View Online copy »


The Wolf 35 is now out and available at stockists. Click here to buy online

Issue 35 is our last print issue. We will accept single issue subscriptions until this issue runs through, or for requested back issues (depending on stock).

Thank you to all who have supported the magazine since 2002. We hope to develop this site into an archive of larger online materials in the future.

The Wolf is now available to buy as a digital PDF copy via Paypal. £3/$5 for the latest issue.

The Wolf - Digital version


» Buy latest issue & subscribe
» Outlets that stock The Wolf


Hear the Wolf poets read their work.

Click here >

The Wolf at the Poetry Library

The Wolf on - all of issues 6, 10 and 11