Fireside poetry this morning. 💜💙💚 A poetry teacher recently told me my work reminds her of Eavan’s. I didn’t know her poems before and now that I’m reading it I feel both very flattered by the comparison and less lonely. ❤️🧡💛
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?
I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —
white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe
what really happened is
this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of
where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.
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