Saturday, April 2, 2011

Exile

night
after night

I walk

the smouldering
dark streets

Sevastapol
Crimea

Inkerman
Odessa

Balkan
Lucknow

Belfast
is many

places then
as now

all lie
in ruins

and
it is

as much
as I can do

to save
even one

from oblivion

-Ciaran Carson, 2003
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5 comments:

Taradharma said...

I'm feeling this great sorrow for the world right now. We're really in the thick of it, aren't we?

April 2, 2011 at 5:51 PM
Shaw Kenawe said...

Heartbreaking.

I don't know why, but reading that reminded me of this poem by Cavafy.

April 4, 2011 at 4:32 PM
Shaw Kenawe said...

Link isn't working. Try this.

April 4, 2011 at 4:33 PM
Ima Wiser said...

Do not despair........
Polly (Ima)

April 7, 2011 at 11:08 AM
Taradharma said...

well, now, maybe you should despair. how very sad it all is.

April 7, 2011 at 1:31 PM

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