and the gulf enters the sea and so forth,
none of them emptying anything,
all of them carrying yesterday
forever on their white tipped backs,
all of them dragging forward tomorrow.
it is the great circulation
of the earth's body, like the blood
of the gods, this river in which the past
is always flowing. every water
is the same water coming round.
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ
THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer's wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
Let these content you and be gone again;
For they are at their old tricks yet.
It has been said that we are just the universe experiencing itself.
If this is true, then to gaze at the night sky is to look back at our own past.
Strewn outward from the infinite cauldrons we call stars, this spectacle of light and vibration has spent eons in transit to get to us.
During this journey, all that we have ever known on earth has come and gone. Every pain ever felt. Every single human breath. Every word ever spoken. Every beginning and every end.
Like a child in the arms of our mother, we gaze upon from which we came.
Captivating ordinary lives with their hypnotic motions,
Leisurely moving on to eternity through cosmic oceans,
Oblivious colors go by, in the days and in rosy seasons,
Creamy moon and yellow sun, gives joy many reasons.
Kinetically charged, ancient time, with God on its side,
So silken and smooth flowing, like a molten gold slide.
The sun is falling
The day is ending
The light goes into hiding
I have all the time in the world
To keep pretending
The fun is in what
You choose to do
The drum beat and sound of marching
Forever following you
On a cloudless, sapphire sky afternoon, frosty and cold,
Yesterday's snowflakes sparkle, awash in sunshine gold,
Redbird sings from its powdery tree, on the white lawn,
With deepest of regrets, that all the flowers have gone.
Scarlet sunset will be coming soon, red roses in the sky,
The golden hands of the clock, always lead to goodbye.
Laughter from a distance, there is sledding on Plum Hill,
Just a short amount of time, from pearl moonlight thrill.
It's all about time,
When you were mine.
And my verve took curves.
Yes I know
Life is a journey,
where all good and bad people
come in a way,