I've been reading more Irish poets this week. At Norton Online I found this new-to-me poet Eavan Boland. She was born in Dublin in 1944 and now teaches at Stanford U. Read all about here here at Wikipedia and follow links to interviews and more poems. Her 2007 book Domestic Violence contains this lovely gem:
Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals—had all
one fine day gone under?
...read the rest here.
Jama is doing the Friday Poetry round up and celebrating Bob Dylan today at jama rattagan's alphabet soup.
My favorite Dylan lyric for today is this:
God knows there's a river,
God knows how to make it flow,
God knows you ain't gonna be taking
Nothing with you when you go.
God knows there's a purpose,
God knows there's a chance,
God knows you can rise above the darkest hour
Of any circumstance.
God knows there's a heaven,
God knows it's out of sight,
God knows we can get all the way from here to there
Even if we've got to walk a million miles by candlelight."