I Read Of A Book On The History Of Glass
I read of a book on the history of glass
in the National Museum of Ireland
and I thought on a cloud drifting day
with the rains not that far away in Carolina,
I thought, all that has passed
my thinking on the destiny of glass
and high Irish song.
yet still from the aeons where I belonged
a faint stirring rises like the wind,
signaling a storm
the kind that clears the air for clear eyed speech
or shatters it all
and angels beseeching
the beautiful, the faltering airs behold them fallen where
I could not reach
and all was lost from each to each
in a thuderclap morning.
what matters now in the aftermirage
green island and fair where I never was yet wanted to be
I never went to the National Museum of Ireland.
but something in me seems a part of that
and I feel that this is so through the little else I know
through the door that has no key
they will come back to me, in the rounding of the hour
the wounds that have staying power-
and become the sea.
mary angela douglas 17 august 2019
Reading a book of history in the National Museum of Ireland is memorable and you have shared your wonderful view. An excellent poem is shared here....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem about glass; I think you will like the fiction The Lake of Dreams (Kim Edwards) if you are into the history of glass- it's so hard to find a fiction writer to really sink your poetic brain into, but it's a poetic book I think you will enjoy