One of William Cowper’s more famous poems, “The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk” takes on the perspective of the real-life inspiration for Robinson Crusoe, a buccaneer cast away on an island in the South Pacific for four years. Though much less famous than Defoe’s novel, Cowper’s poem brought English the saying, “The monarch of all I survey”. I have used that as the starting point for my poem, also an exploration of solitude but from a different angle to Cowper’s. Solitude and Grace (After William Cowper’s “The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk”) This is the kingdom I have found; I claim it as my own, my flag Is planted firmly in its ground; I own its every hill, each crag. I alone have scaled these ravines; I know their contours and their depths. Their grooves are friends to me, their veins Run through me, and bind like threads. The walls, the mountains of my mind, Are boundaries which no-one can scale; I keep each thought safely inside, Secure from victory, sure to fail. The desert sands, the highest hills, The isolated islands and The widest seas: these are my fill, My world within my hand. The Body, broken into shards, Does not console me; I am king Of all that loneliness discards, Hiding from every breathing thing. The eyes of day are far from here: Hands cannot hold my messiness And voices cannot reach my ear, No knowing smiles, no caring threats. But water pours sometimes into These caverns and these crevasses, Water washing, reaching out to Sea, eternal, vast, the masses Of my heavy days and years Floating for that moment in A current of free-flowing tears, My rock-walls wearing thin. The ocean’s body then reminds me Of a space much wider than The closed parameters I see, Much wider even than the span Of years, of fear, of solitude; And so I turn my anxious gaze Past my kingdom’s finitude, Into the vista of His grace – It frightens, then, to see beyond The comfort of my walls, my towers, Where I have safely hidden from The shine of sun, the scent of flowers; But still I am drawn into light, My kingdom pulled away from me, All I have known – my pain, my pride – Pulled out to Grace’s sea.