James O'Connell

On Not Writing To Ellen - Poem by James O'Connell

I did not write for years, and now
It’s too late as the earth covers
A brown box containing a body
That awaits the resurrection
Yet long before that last rising
I can feel a sense of presence
That is richer than my silence
And closer than the unkind sea
That separates us who are
The literate unwriting Irish.

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  • (6/16/2006 10:35:00 AM)

    Few experiences are sadder than when death intervenes to take away an opportunity to communicate or to meet. The poet expresses simply and poignantly love and a sense of loss. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, June 17, 2005

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