Wednesday, 15 July 2009

MICHAEL HARTNETT POEM


I SAW MAGIC...

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I saw magic on a green country road -

That old woman, a bag of sticks her load,

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Blackly down to her thin feet a fringed shawl,

A rosary of bone on her horned hand,

A flight of curlews scribing by her head,

And ashtrees combing with their frills her hair.

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Her eyes, wet sunken holes pierced by an awl,

Must have deciphered her adoring land:

And curlews, no longer lean birds, instead

Become ten scarlet comets in the air.

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Some incantation from her canyoned mouth,

Irish, English, blew frost along the ground,

And even though the wind was from the South

The ashleaves froze without an ashleaf sound.

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Michael Hartnett
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2 comments:

peter said...

Hi Gerard,
I enjoyed reading the Michael Hartnett poem. I was out in Newcastle West earlier today. Fintan O'Toole gave a fascinating talk about Michael Hartnett's poetry.

Do you live in Limerick? I saw a photo of the Hunt Museum on your blog.

Dew of Hermon said...

Thanks Peter, Yes I live in Limerick city and Im so sorry to have missed the Eigse weekend in Newcastlewest, maybe next year.

Gerry