Francie Lynch

John Died Tuesday Past - Poem by Francie Lynch

John and Tuesday slipped away,
I remember well the day.
Working in the garden,
Just a few corners away,
That Tuesday.
I was planting, turning spades,
Adding compost to gaunt soil.
John wasn't in my thoughts Tuesday.
Not like today.

The garden thrives.
The splash of water
Transports memory's eye.
We sit outside The Trout,
He reads to Paul and I,
Below an Oxford sky,
Under cap and pint:

'Think where man's glory
Most begins and ends,
And say my glory was
I had such friends.'

Topic(s) of this poem: death, death of a friend, elegy, eulogy, ireland

Form: Elegy

Poet's Notes about The Poem

John was a friend and colleague. Quotation from Yeats' Revisiting the Museum.

Comments about John Died Tuesday Past by Francie Lynch

  • Gordon GilhulyGordon Gilhuly (6/25/2017 4:34:00 PM)

    Another delightful poem, Francie. Btw, my family came from Co. Sligo, just a wee walk west of Co. Monaghan. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 11, 2017

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