Not
You not here
to not know what
key goes in what lock;
to tell not exactly the truth
about who said what to whom;
to spend the whole first day
of the January sales
examining tea towels
you end up not buying; to notice
I’ve not yet mowed the lawn,
to not know when
the oil will run out, or have
a plan B, or a good word
for your enemies; to send me out
at four in the morning in search of
cigarettes; to stand smoking
by the kitchen window and say
this didn’t happen; to smirk
and tell the world
moving furniture was never his thing
the day I do my shoulder in
carrying your coffin.
From ‘The Ghost in the Lobby’ (Salmon Poetry, 2014).
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What does Higgins think about the whole Gallery Press affair?
Michael D. Higgins has launched his army of poets so. Yes, that will definitely help- he could afford to practise social distancing long before it became fashionable.
La nuit n’est jamais complète
La nuit n’est jamais complète
Il y a toujours puisque je le dis
Puisque je l’affirme
Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte
Une fenêtre éclairée
Il y a toujours un rêve qui veille
Désir à combler faim à satisfaire
Un coeur généreux
Une main tendue une main ouverte
Des yeux attentifs
Une vie à se partager.
Paul Eluard, Le Phénix
Tsk; if only I’d been sitting the French orals this year.
sure google translate, keep ya busy ;)
I’m actually trying to learn a new language during this time,
no harm upskilling
sorry Paulus’ for all I know you are fluent
Níl ach cúpla mots agam.
well that’s more in Irish than me ;)
Very beautiful.
Thanks Janet.