Antarctica by Derek Mahon (1985)
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Antarctica by Derek Mahon (1985)
Everything Is Going to Be Alright
by Derek Mahon
How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that. The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart; the sun rises in spite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright. I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the day break and the clouds flying. Everything is going to be all right.
Afterlives (for James Simmons) by Derek Mahon
The Moth
❛ There will be dying, there will be dying, / but there is no need to go into that. / The poems flow from the hand unbidden / and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
Poet Derek Mahon, who was born #OTD in 1941.
TRC characters as poems (specifically poems I studied for leaving cert English because I don't really know any other ones lol)(also I will not be elaborating on some of them cause they are vibes based)
was just studying Derek Mahon poetry and then out of nowhere the idea struck me like some kind of divine inspiration that my debit card which has been missing for a few days is probably down the side of my couch. I immediately went to check and lo and behold it was there. thank you Derek Mahon's ghost
Derek Mahon, from “Everything Is Going to Be Alright”
Bashō, coming to the city of Nagoya, is asked to a snow party. There is a tinkling of china and tea into china; there are introductions. Then everyone crowds to the window to watch the falling snow. Snow is falling on Nagoya and farther south on the tiles of Kyoto; eastward, beyond Irago, it is falling like leaves on the cold sea. Elsewhere they are burning witches and heretics in the boiling squares, thousands have died since dawn in the service of barbarous kings; but there is silence in the houses of Nagoya and the hills of Ise.
Derek Mahon, The snow party (in ‘The Snow Party’, Oxford University Press, 1975)