EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
How should I not be glad to contemplatethe clouds clearing beyond the dormer windowand 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 unbiddenand the hidden source is the watchful heart.The sun rises in spite of everythingand the far cities are beautiful and bright.I lie here in a riot of sunlightwatching the day break and the clouds flying.Everything is going to be all right.
- Derek Mahon
What a beautiful poem. Have a great day.
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