copy: Thomas Hoepker
Attempting to open doors with a sword, threading needles
for the tip, planting shade trees
face down engulfed by the opacity of the seas who
love only you, Ireland,
you have lived and survived all kinds of scarcity.
elves have forced you
spin straw into gold threads and have heard men say
"is a feminine temperament completely opposite to our
which the obligation to behave well. Circumscribed by a
blindness and native heritage
incompetence, will become wise and will have to surrender.
constricted by the experience, recede;
water seeks its own course. "
And you smiled." Moving water exceeds
the channel. "You've seen, when obstacles blocked
the road rise up automatically.
Marianne Moore, Complete Poetry. Lumen 2010
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