Today, you can listen to this poem thanks to Anthony Wilson. You can take time to read his words about it in his blog. We wish that we had known about this poem earlier, we could have published it on January 1st to give us all a sense of hope for 2021. Apparently, this is the poem which is most visited in Anthony’s blog.
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems