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.