Dermot McGarthy Poems

Seagulls congregate like taxis along the liffey walls,
Lovers lock lips for September memories,
As street beggars inspect their daily hauls.
A man trudges homeward under the heavy burden of guilt,
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The tricolor of blue,
Mingles with the sea's essence, and,
Newly born memories of you,
Like the cascades of pink and green,
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Timeless like sleep.
Like laughter, and the sacrificial bleat,
Of those that wallow in defeat,
Unchanged, permanent, infinite and forever,
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(For Francie 1956-2009)

He went back to look for his youth,
In echoes, shadows and stains,
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Of all the things he killed,
He regretted killing time the most,
During that long season of love,
When he played catch-up to the host.
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Under the wings of the Golden Eagle,
Wally was born in Wisconsin,
By buxom youth, now feeble.

He chomped on blue cheese burgers,
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The scrub-land jingle jangled,
Between Forest Hills and Flatbush Avenue.
You gave it a voice, and you were it's echo,
From Rockaway beach and the High Schools,
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In Kerry, but doesn't quite belong,
Founded on a bigger premise,
A melody, for every migrant's song,
Energy that never dies,
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If You look you will see,
The honey spawn of the bumble bee,
Teeming mysteries of the sea,
Delirious joy of the newly set free,
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There's one born every minute,
One dies every hour,
One breathes every second,
To the chime of the clock tower,
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