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Tuesday 25 April 2017

RMS Titanic

An extract from the poem by Anthony Cronin

The Titanic was the largest ship afloat when it was completed in 1912
The Titanic was the largest ship afloat when it was completed in 1912

Anthony Cronin

On the bog road the blackthorn flowers, the turf-stacks,

Chocolate brown, are built like bricks but softer,

And softer too the west of Ireland sky.

Turf smoke is chalked upon the darker blue

And leaves a sweet, rich, poor man's smell in cloth.

Great ragged rhododendrons sprawl through gaps

And pink and white the chestnut blossom tops

The tumbled granite wall round the demesne.

The high, brass-bound De Dion coughing past,

O'Conor Don and the solicitor,

Disturbs the dust but not the sleeping dogs.

Disturb the memories in an old man's head.

We only live one life, with one beginning.

The coming degradations of the heart

We who awake with all our landfalls staring

Back at us in the dawn, must hold our breath for.

The west is not awake to where Titanic

Smokes in the morning, huge against the stars.

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