Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Don't End With History Or The Sea*

Beware Suicidal Hearse

a poet warns us, or you’ll make each thing
"sound like everything else."

Here, above Blackrock, everything slopes
to that great, warped lens.
Buildings stand in the way, borrow the light.

Stars, of course, and mountains, heavens and hells
can rattle like anything else.

Days, nights, when there is nowhere better to look,
I sometimes drive there, park at a low wall
in Sandycove or Seapoint,
to write or just sit, long enough to take home

equilibrium, one little bucket of history
slopping gently on whatever scales
register these things.

*the poet is Kenneth Koch

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