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Michael Hartnett

For my Grandmother, Bridget Halpin

For my Grandmother, Bridget Halpin

For my Grandmother, Bridget Halpin

Maybe morning lightens over
the coldest time in all the day,
but not for you. A bird’s hover,
seabird, blackbird, or bird of prey,
was rain, or death, or lost cattle.
The day’s warning, like red plovers
so etched and small the clouded sky,
was book to you, and true bible.
You died in utter loneliness,
your acres left to the childless.
You never saw the animals
of God, and the flower under
your feet; and the trees change a leaf;
and the red fur of a fox on
a quiet evening; and the long
birches falling down the hillside.
Michael Hartnett

Michael Hartnett

(Ierland, 1941 - 1999)

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For my Grandmother, Bridget Halpin

Maybe morning lightens over
the coldest time in all the day,
but not for you. A bird’s hover,
seabird, blackbird, or bird of prey,
was rain, or death, or lost cattle.
The day’s warning, like red plovers
so etched and small the clouded sky,
was book to you, and true bible.
You died in utter loneliness,
your acres left to the childless.
You never saw the animals
of God, and the flower under
your feet; and the trees change a leaf;
and the red fur of a fox on
a quiet evening; and the long
birches falling down the hillside.

For my Grandmother, Bridget Halpin

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