A COVERLET
OF GREEN
by David Betteridge
The bare and barren tree
can be made green again…
– Antonio Gramsci
¶ A boy cried.
His bedside cup,
brimful with milk
before he slept, was empty
now, at morning-time.
Not one drop he’d drunk.
How, then, no milk?
The culprit mouse,
her creamy lips a give-away,
felt sorry for the boy.
And still he cried.
She thought:
I’ll get the cattle
to make good his loss.
But no: Today our milk’s
dried up.
Field, asked the mouse,
have you some juicy grass
to give?
Sorry, the field explained,
I’m parched.
Will you fetch water
from the well?
Brokenly, the well demurred.
My rim’s caved in;
I need repaired.
¶ Mason, will you take the job?
Apologetically,
I’m short of stone,
the mason said.
¶ Next, to a bleak hill.
I’ve granite here
enough to build a town,
but not a single sett will go
to humankind.
Aggrieved, the hill refused
the mouse’s plea.
Imagine –
mouse to hill –
imagine that you feel
the balm of maple trees
where you are bare.
If you give the mason stone,
the boy whose milk I took
will come to you a man –
you have my word –
and he will work for you
this remedy I plan.
¶ The hill relented;
the mason fixed the well;
water by the bucketful
was raised;
the pasture greened;
the cattle’s udders
swelled, and cups
and bellies
soon were filled.
Strong as a bull,
the boy grew,
a farmer-forester.
The mouse, her children,
and theirs as well,
in turn, each year
reminded him:
a promise had been made.
¶ Hectare on hectare now,
gladdening the hill,
a coverlet of green extends
its shade, a living tribute
to the mouse’s will.
A note on its sources, which are a Sardinian folk-tale, Antonio Gramsci, Hamish Henderson, Gordon Brown, and John Berger.
“A Coverlet of Green” is derived from a folk-tale from Sardinia. This folk-tale was written down in the mid-1930s by the Marxist philosopher and political activist, Antonio Gramsci, in a letter to his son. The letter was smuggled out of one of Mussolini’s gaols, where Gramsci had been imprisoned, “to stop his brain from functioning”. (In fact, his brain functioned all the more powerfully.)
Later, during the Second World War, Hamish Henderson, the Scottish poet, singer, folklorist, teacher, and lots of other things, came across Gramsci’s writings, including his prison letters. Henderson was at that time an intelligence officer in the British Army, and one of his duties was to make contact with Italian partisans opposed to Mussolini. One such group called itself the Antonio Gramsci Brigade. It was they who acted as the link between the philosopher’s ideas and the soldier. Henderson’s translation of Gramsci’s letters were published two decades later by a students’ printing press at Edinburgh University, edited by a radical (even revolutionary) student leader who went on to pursue a noteworthy career in politics, although rather less radical, one Gordon Brown.
Later still, John Berger discovered Hamish Henderson’s translation of Gramsci’s re-telling of the Sardinain folk-tale. He so liked it that he re-told it himself in an essay about Gramsci called “How to Live with Stones”, published in an essay-collection The Shape of a Pocket. He also re-told the tale in a radio interview on BBC Radio 3. It was this broadcast version that sparked my own attempt at a re-telling, in “A Coverlet of Green”.
John Berger’s death on 2nd January, just two months after his 90th birthday, leaves a great gap in literature and cultural politics. My poem, with Bob Starrett’s lovely green evocation of new growth – maple leaves lit by sunshine – was intended for publication as a birthday greeting, but it missed that deadline. Now it can serve as an In Memoriam.
