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August 19, 2022

A poem by Eavan Boland

The Poets

They, like all creatures, being made
For the shovel and worm,
Ransacked their perishable minds and found
Pattern and form
And with their own hands quarried from hard words
A figure in which secret things confide.
They are abroad: their spirits like a pride
Of lions circulate,
Are desperate, just as the jewelled beast,
That lion constellate,
Whose scenery is Betelgeuse and Mars,
Hunts without respite among fixed stars.
And they prevail: to his undoing every day
The essential sun
Proceeds, but only to accommodate
A tenant moon,
And he remains until the very break
Of morning, absentee landlord of the dark.

8 x 10 Fuji Film Photo African American Jewish Congregation in Harlem, Children Studying, 1940 A Mostly Art Stuff Product
  1. so beautiful! thank you!

  2. That’s an awesome poem. I love the concept of quarrying meaning from stone. Gorgeous. Wishing you a wonderful week, Abi. ❤️

    • Something you do consistently Jeff❤. I’m so happy you came to read wishing you a beautiful week ahead too. Thank you.

  3. What a beautiful poem!

    • Belladonna, thank you so much for reading, poet and writer at heart.

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