Today's poem is by Eavan Boland
AtlantisA Lost Sonnet
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole cityarches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animalshad all
one fine day gone under?
I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city
white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under
fanlights and low skies to go home in itMaybe
what really happened is
this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of
where we come from
they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it.
Copyright © 2006 Eavan Boland All rights reserved
from The New Republic
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