i.m. Ciaran Carson
Those were the travelling times when
we toured like fireflies across the North
a set of pipes tuned to the whine
of a late-night Hoover in Portadown,
a few years later on down the road
a walk through the Tenderloin,
a mirror in a Paris bar, the lines ‘Il pleure… '
and you complained to the five poets
you led across Paris to toast Verlaine
with ‘only the finest Calva’
that no Irish poet had written such a line
with all our superior knowledge of rain.
Mary O’Malley’s most recent collection is The Shark Nursery (Carcanet), which is shortlisted for the Walcott Prize.
Those were the travelling times when
we toured like fireflies across the North
a set of pipes tuned to the whine
of a late-night Hoover in Portadown,
a few years later on down the road
a walk through the Tenderloin,
a mirror in a Paris bar, the lines ‘Il pleure… '
and you complained to the five poets
you led across Paris to toast Verlaine
with ‘only the finest Calva’
that no Irish poet had written such a line
with all our superior knowledge of rain.
Mary O’Malley’s most recent collection is The Shark Nursery (Carcanet), which is shortlisted for the Walcott Prize.