Moya Cannon : Carrying the Songs
From "Whin" :
In May, it lit hills and headlands
Barbed saffron, it trumpeted summer
Before we'd heard of Van Gogh,
we'd felt the hit of that yellow
19.11.09
5.8.09
Michael Hartnett : A Farewell to Engish : Secular Prayers
there is a surfeit of fungi
from the wet ground
in a moist luminosity
and a noise of pheasants
under fern :
fruit in scarlet complexes
on haw and dog-rose :
toxic slime on fungus
stalks and the sleep-scented
pall of the autumn ash.
all things age,
all things are harvest
to themselves
2.8.09
Deers of Africa that have delighted me
top left impala, dik-dik, springbok
black-faced impala, kudu, red hartebeeste,
sable antelope (caprivi), gemsbok (sossesvlai), kudu
Brendan Kennelly : Reservoir Voices (published 2009) from "Outsider"
to see things in a way those who belong
do not. I tend to enjoy what I will
never possess. I sing a different song.
I know there are others who sing it too,
who also live in a place called nowhere.
It's a privilege to see what is beautiful
in worlds that ignore me. Sit there,
see those who will never intrude on my
knowing how a lonely heart is a multitude
Brendan Kennelly : Reservoir Voices (published 2009) from "Grace"
In spite of the unspeakables
and the unbearables
I exist
Brendan Kennelly : Reservoir Voices (published 2009) from "Hope"
Like lightning in dark skies
I love to brighten up dark lives
and rid sad hearts of lonely cries
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