2979-2762 The Hythe Review 2979-2762 Open Library of Humanities 10.16995/thr.29433 Poetry Four Poems Capildeo Anthony Vahni kpldv10@gmail.com 1 English and Related Literature 02 06 2026 2026 1 1 1 6 Copyright: © 2026 The Author(s) 2026 This is an open-access article distributed under the terms of the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License (CC-BY 4.0), which permits unrestricted use, distribution, and reproduction in any medium, provided the original author and source are credited. See http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/.

Four new poems by Anthony Vahni Capildeo.

 In a Waxed Jacket Man tones with landscape. Near us, the scraped place where paragliders run and launch; over there, no signage, no amenities, none recently in air that cannot freshen precipices glib to their own granite. Stones slowfight landscape. I have never worn boots like these before. Must everything be broken in? I didn’t – Closequarter blisters execute designs. Find a talent for scrambling, poet. Your loss to follow one who won’t look back. Spoil the ending. Keep walking after. Keep walking away. Casting Off The dancing master, his red-ribboned shoes! I tell lies to him. The dancing-master, seven feet high, six inches wide! Fierce and concerned, deerlike he steps, and I tell him lies, the dancing-master! O it is fine, everything is fine, red-ribboned dancing-master! You saw me stop, not the man lay hands on me, dancing-master. He wanted to lead. The whole set stopped. There is heat on my back, dancing-master! Dirty Glass: A Coastal Score agility washing machine tram clang capped stone established ivy salt fisherman musical instruments child bride mouse terrace house dog dog hair storm cloud brewed coffee instant coffee bloodstain frenchman trapdoor port of grace As You Fly Over You will drop their names into the water As you fly over the Irish sea          l over There is flowing water and a kettle No longer a man with broken glass in his shoes           over You will forget them in the water I am praying for you to forget their names            o     h Watch for them to come back as if nothing happened Be no wraparound of sheep no compound noun        l   over     s As you fly over the Irish sea Let your ears be attentive I’ll drown you if you mention them again Competing Interests

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