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AGAIN ST
LOVE
POETRY
ALSO BY EAVAN BOLAND
New Territory
Night Feed
The Journey
In a Time of Violence
Object Lessons: The Life of the Woman and the Poet in Our Time
Boland, Eavan.
Against love poetry / by Eavan Boland.
p. cm.
ISBN 0-393-02042-8
1. Married people— Poetry. 2. Marriage— Poetry. I. Title.
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Acknowledgments are made to the editors of the following
Antioch Review
"Quarantine"
"First Year"
"Thanked Be Fortune"
"Lines for a Thirtieth Wedding Anniversary"
Jody Allen-Randolph,
and Kevin Casey.
FOR MY HUSBAND, KEVIN
CONTENTS
I. MARRIAGE
iv. Quarantine 9
v. Embers 10
vi. Then 11
viii. Once 14
II. CODE
Making Money 23
Limits 1 26
Code 27
The Rooms of Exile 30
Is It Still the Same 32
Limits 2 33
Called 40
Emigrant Letters 42
Irish Poetry 52
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I
MARRIAGE
1. IN WHICH HESTER BATEMAN,
18TH CENTURY ENGLISH SILVERSMITH,
TAKES AN IRISH COMMISSION
3
Past and future and the space between
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II. AGAINST LOVE POETRY
deeply from that moment to this. I have loved other things as well.
his old servant— only then did he break down and weep. I did not
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III. THE PINHOLE CAMERA
and in preparation
in a piece of card.
of a pinhole camera—
and put the sun
A bright disc
in another minute.
You know
the reason for the red berries
is forever?
A single shadow
would kill the salmon-rich
their governance.
In other words,
the not-to-be-seen-again
mystery of
a mutual influence:
The motorways
are flowing north.
is a speaking white.
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We are married thirty years,
Long enough
to know whieh is which.
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IV. QUARANTINE
She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up.
The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.
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V. EMBERS
Each one looked at her— she was old beyond her years.
He could not sa) that she had oner been old and haggard.
He < <>uld not sa) that she had ever . . . here I look up.
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VI. THEN
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VII. FIRST YEAR
one-year eyrie-
My talkative, unsure,
unsettled self
was everywhere;
hut you
\l night
unpacking crocuses,
it was
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which filled
I will say it is
of your boyhood,
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VIII. ONCE
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appears in front of us and the chilled-
They are mated for life. They are legendary. They are safe.
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IX. THANKED BE FORTUNE
we never envied
the epic glory of the star-crossed.
we learned by heart
of constellations-
I 6
Restored to ourselves,
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X. LINES FOR A THIRTIETH
WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
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XI. A MARRIAGE FOR THE MILLENNIUM
Do you believe
You were drinking and reading, and did not hear me.
One by one
the glowing windows went out.
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Computer games became codes again.
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II
CODE
MAKING MONEY
such high quality that it was exported for use as bank-note paper.
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this is the way they came to the plum-brown
headlong weir and the sedge drowned in it
once quickly on
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your composure in the face of this final proof that
The foreman will buy it. The boxes will be lowered to the path
2 5
LIMITS 1
So high
as the Vikings
raged south-
wild:
clung on w ith
ribbed wolves
to their consonants.
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CODE
The earth has found its pole, the moon its tides.
2 8
of origin and outcome, which will never find
2 9
THE ROOMS OF EXILE
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this room, this dish of fruit which
fall on it all one night and the next. And has grown,
3 1
IS IT STILL THE SAME
3 2
LIMITS 2
If there was
a narrative to my life
let this
sound of
the grind of
my neighbors's shears:
music of limitation, of
the clipped
shadow and
the straightened border,
of my children sleeping in
a simpler world:
an iron edge
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HIDE THIS PLACE FROM ANGELS
who sees her move, who sees her step down: let the blaze begin
as the) wept real tears under sky-blue creases and plaster veils.
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I leaned on the windowsill. The sky was still light.
The air had heat in it and some dew and soon the weight
how deep they went— those thirsts that could not be satisfied.
And should have felt them, should have entered them. Instead
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HOW WE WERE TRANSFIGURED
In those days
held in shadows—
and shadows ourselves.
assembler of openings at
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THE BURDENS OF A HISTORY
II
Ill
IV
3 8
In this air made out of humid blues.
3 9
CALLED
of late summer on
anonymous roads on my journey home
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as the constellations rose overhead,
4 1
EMIGRANT LETTERS
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How their readers stood in cold kitchens,
4 3
A MODEL SHIP MADE BY
PRISONERS LONG AGO
on the mantelpiece.
A ship:
of canvas. Of foraged-for
crude glues.
)our <zr(
j
a -gn indj cither
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On the mantelpiece
As if they could
only visible
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SUBURBAN WOMAN: ANOTHER DETAIL
Dusk
and the neighborhood
is the color of shadow,
And an uncurtained
front room where
The kitchen.
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are all mine
and all the time
II
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HOW WE MADE A NEW ART ON OLD GROUND
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the cattle grid underneath our feet,
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THE OLD CITY
Small things
on green leaves.
1 1 I am ever to go back
above a plate
My little earth.
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IRISH POETRY
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You made the noise for me.
Made it again.
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— ——
Thanked Be Fortune
we never envied
the epic glory of the star-crossed.
we learned by heart
of constellations