Eavan Boland Poems
|1.||That the Science of Cartography Is Limited||6/22/2015|
|2.||Ode to Suburbia||6/24/2015|
|4.||The Black Lace Fan My Mother Gave Me||6/2/2015|
|6.||My Country In Darkness||2/24/2015|
The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted. Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any ...