Remember this when names won’t come easily:
the patch of green too narrow for houses,
viewed from an upstairs window;
a flit of yellowhammers at year’s turning,
the long view east, milk-souring suns,
far unmeasured mornings. Remember these
when your name moves beyond you
like the sun behind a house.
Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, ‘November Wedding’, and ‘Beverly Downs’. His work can be found on www.tedmccarthyspoetry.weebly.com.
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