Poem by Angeo Verga
|Michael O'Flanagan||20/07/2009||Angelo Verga, the celebrated New York poet, is coming to read in Inchicore on 30th July. This is a sample of his poetry. |
THE BEST DAY OF THE YEAR
There are a few of them every September
Days so exquisite they hurt
Cool morning hot afternoon, dry, with just a hint of wind
And if you are lucky one of them is a Sunday
Or some other day you can steal
Outdoors, this one is a long bicycle ride north
Meet you at 79th street and wheel together south
To Battery Park and the smell of salt on the water.
Your skin is reddish & brown, your hair thick curls
All tangled by the wind and sun and sweat.
I’m neither thirsty nor hungry
We talk as we roll south. At my age how often
Am I going to have such a day? My body working
Perfectly, a beautiful woman laughing at everything I say.
There are some days so superb they hurt
But such ache I wouldn’t mind having
A hundred, a thousand more times.
|Catherine Currivan||25/02/2011||You almost feel you're there! The life force transcending doom and gloom!|