This Moment by Eavan Boland
This Moment
Eavan BolandA neighbourhood.
At dusk.Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.
MARGINALIA
Do you remember when we would just sit for awhile and not talk and walk away feeling we’ve had the best conversation of our lives? This moment. Leaving without moving.
ABOUT EAVAN BOLAND
Eavan Boland was born in Dublin on September 24, 1944. Boland’s poetry collections include A Poet’s Dublin (Carcanet Press, 2014); A Woman Without a Country (W. W. Norton, 2014); New Collected Poems (W. W. Norton, 2008); An Origin Like Water: Collected Poems 1967–1987 (W. W. Norton, 1996); and In Her Own Image (Arien House, 1980). Boland’s awards include a Lannan Foundation Award in Poetry, an American Ireland Fund Literary Award, a Jacob’s Award for her involvement in… (more)
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