Saturday, August 18, 2012

Happiness (Evan Boland)






copyrighted by Evan Boland
  
A connemara summer, 1940,
My father is learning Irish,
My mother is painting the harvest.
.
She holds umber and burnt orange
up against the canvas.
.
He says
samradh for summer and atais for happiness.
.
The Atlantic
salts the dark,. She packs her colors.
.
It is time to go home
to the city where I have yet to be born.
.
They cannot see my sadness
as the train moves east through
Fields, shadows, farms towards
my life.
.
They do not hear the wheels
saying-as I can-
never again, never again.

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