Bernard Kennedy Poems

it was colder yet, the day after,
though years later, from the Eve.
The mice, early move through
the back rooms, on kitchen floor, tip toe.
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The East coast Dublin sky now dims,
and greys the earlier blue,
the day is calmed and gone.
The Virginia creeper, russet,
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you never get to read, all the books,
you bring on holiday. Here at hermitage
I lift each, reading first the back,
then introduction, then,
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All poets write about their father,
and poetry is surely memory as it speaks
from the future of the event. I park my car
outside the house on Morehampton Road where
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All inventors have begun with an idea
conversed within,
and out of nothing,
cut its cloth like a fine tailor,
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When the sun is up in Spring,
step off the tram at Beechwood,
the stop after Ranelagh,
or Cowper from the other side,
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Three times the knock it came to me
and opening up the door
I saw no person standing there
for help or succour plea.
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In the dead of night
when the moon was high
and crystals were energized
from natures moon,
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Does God frighten us as we gather
and wait on his word with faces sad and
expecting of sadness?
as we wait, Ite Missa est,
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They embraced, in forgiveness,
after years of civil war,
and putrid history,
as death drew near and injuries,
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