Sometimes it is simple;
a quiet street, weathered stone and brick,
air so fine it could trick the senses
through which six decades have slipped
like beads through a child's fingers—
the convent rookery and the light
that bleeds through.
All as we left it, and still here,
trailing our suitcase home.
Featured Poet 诗人介绍
Peggie Gallagher lives in Sligo. Her work has appeared in literary journals in Ireland, England and North America. She was shortlisted for the Strokestown International and Gregory O'Donoghue poetry awards, and won the Listowel Poetry Collection prize in 2012. Her first collection, Tilth, is published by Arlen House.
Poetry Ireland Review
Issue 114
选自爱尔兰诗歌评论第114期
Sometimes it is simple;
a quiet street, weathered stone and brick,
air so fine it could trick the senses
through which six decades have slipped
like beads through a child's fingers—
岁月如斯平平
街静石朽砖横
清风似酒醉人
一个甲子飞逝
犹如一串露珠
滑落童子手指
the convent rookery and the light
that bleeds through.
All as we left it, and still here,
trailing our suitcase home.
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