Paula Meehan Poems
- The Statue of the Virgin at Gr...
- A STRAY DREAM It's a happy dream though in it you ...
- The Inscription ‘Honour the dust …' wrote Gary Snyder in my ...
- A Sonnet for Gary Snyder on hi...
- Seed The first warm day of spring and I step out into the ...
- My Father Perceived as a Visio...
Paula Meehan is an Irish poet and playwright. Born in Dublin in 1955, Meehan studied at Trinity College, Dublin,and at Eastern Washington University.
Paula Meehan was born in Dublin in 1955, the eldest of six children. She started school at St. Elizabeth's in Kingston upon Thames, England, where her parents had travelled to find work. She subsequently attended a number of primary ... more »
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The tide comes in; the tide goes out again
washing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.
So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
—wanting to stop the inexorable clock.
She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp ...