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Polly Clark
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Thirty years ago, I’m sure you liftedyour eyes from her shore, and your gaze
drifted to this rock on the mainland
where I stand remembering you –
as today the marina, when my husband
glimpsed the Innisfree, a boat he knew
long ago. Someone had made her new,
polished the years from her gleaming bow.
He fell silent as she pulled out to sea.
Just like that I think you’d know me now
as if the ocean, the islands, the sun between,
and all we love more had never been.
© 2009, Polly Clark
From: Take Me With You
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
Published with kind permission of the author and Bloodaxe.
From: Take Me With You
Publisher: Bloodaxe, Tarset
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Thirty years ago, I’m sure you liftedyour eyes from her shore, and your gaze
drifted to this rock on the mainland
where I stand remembering you –
as today the marina, when my husband
glimpsed the Innisfree, a boat he knew
long ago. Someone had made her new,
polished the years from her gleaming bow.
He fell silent as she pulled out to sea.
Just like that I think you’d know me now
as if the ocean, the islands, the sun between,
and all we love more had never been.
From: Take Me With You
Published with kind permission of the author and Bloodaxe.
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