Michael Longley Poems

A fastidious brewer of tea, a tea
Connoisseur as well as a poet,
I modestly request on my sixtieth
Birthday a gift of snow water.
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We were combatants from the start. Our dad
Bought us boxing gloves when we were ten —
Champions like Euryalus, say, or Epeius
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Lighting up, lest all our hearts should break,
His fiftieth cigarette of the day,
Happy with so many notes at his beck
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These are the small hours when
Moths by their fatal appetite
Which thatbrings them tapping to get in,
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Amateur witches and professional virgins,
Sirens and shepherdesses - all new areas
Of experience (I have been out of touch) -
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Achilles hunts down Hector like a sparrowhawk
Screeching after a horror-struck collared-dove
That flails just in front of her executioner, so
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Put in mind of his own father and moved to tears
Achilles took him by the hand and pushed the old king
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The spear-point pierces his tender neck.
His armour clatters as he hits the ground.
Blood soaks his hair, bonny as the Graces',
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My father, let no similes eclipse
Where crosses like some forest simplified
Sink roots into my mind, the slow sands
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Your uncle, totem and curator bends
Above your cot. It is you I want to see.
Your cry comes out like an eleison.
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