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Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

The Crevasse

The Crevasse

The Crevasse

He lay plunged in the funnel of a beanbag,
The glass in his hand as deep as a fjord.
The other went out to answer the telephone,

Leaving both doors open so he could see
A left arm and half a ribcage
But no hand. On the far wall, glazed and framed,

A right shoulder and arm crushing flowers
Against a breast. He reached for the bottle again,
And all the vertical lines of the house moved

A little forward, and left. They dangled and waltzed,
Hanging brittle, ready to crash and split
Every straight chair in the room, leaving the halves

To hop away two-legged, leaving
The walls of the house wedged open
To the four winds and the polar light.
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

(Ierland, 1942)

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The Crevasse

He lay plunged in the funnel of a beanbag,
The glass in his hand as deep as a fjord.
The other went out to answer the telephone,

Leaving both doors open so he could see
A left arm and half a ribcage
But no hand. On the far wall, glazed and framed,

A right shoulder and arm crushing flowers
Against a breast. He reached for the bottle again,
And all the vertical lines of the house moved

A little forward, and left. They dangled and waltzed,
Hanging brittle, ready to crash and split
Every straight chair in the room, leaving the halves

To hop away two-legged, leaving
The walls of the house wedged open
To the four winds and the polar light.

The Crevasse

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