Dragonflies At Powerscourt Poem by Bernard Kennedy
Dragonflies At Powerscourt
It is a summer sense,
sitting by the pond through
the golden gates.
Paradise gardens, a place
Of biblical allusion. Eden, Gethsemane, always eternity.
It is, or can be, where God walks
In the cool of the evening.
And on this very hot, August afternoon,
On the seat towards the lake with fountain,
And rushes,
The dragonflies move over the
pond.
A dragonfly summer at Powerscourt.
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