OVER THE WAY (1)…Padraic Fallon [One of my favourite poems]

Only here if

I look for them; one sauntering forth

In her black shawl or

Pinned to the doorway with the long street

To one eye like a telescope;

 

The other just a face

Floating in the turnsmoke within;

She was the saint, hobnobbing with the greater galaxies,

Taking credit accordingly

When I passed examinations.

 

I love them now who never

Saw them really, or unwillingly:  days

They look out of windy November with

The chimneys in a smudge

Of illiterate initials all down the street.

 

Alive, the darlings, in a sort of love for me;

Penury’s hangovers, yet

How they’d hate this,to be the poor

Relations to a poem, tugged forth from

Their decent anonymity;

 

Bridget and Delia, spinsters deceased;

Tom brother, the breadwinner, carrying the can,

In the Temperance Hall the Parliamentarian,

And Michael the dandy with the highbred look of hunger

And the delicate impossible languor.

 

Too late I want to know them now,

Like God a lover, who must share with them forever

This furrow of a street

Full of the ghostly bloom

Of dead semen.

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2 responses to “OVER THE WAY (1)…Padraic Fallon [One of my favourite poems]

  1. O!Lord! that is a poem. The lines:

    The chimneys in a smudge

    Of illiterate initials all down the street.

    How gorgeous and apt.

    A truly poetic eye.

    Good Morning Penny, have a splendid day.

    Yes have set-up a temp wordzoo outpost. Don’t quite feel there just yet. But will see.

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