s
s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GO TO MLC HOMEPAGE

MLC

 

 

 

 

 

ONLINE BOOKSTORE FEATURED TITLES

 

Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney

 

 

Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan

 

 

Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition

 

 

Richesses

Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes

 

 

 

 

Munster Literature Centre

Create your badge

 

 

 

 

 

Arts Council

 

 

Cork City Council

 

 

Foras na Gaeilge

 

 

Cork County Council

   

 

 

AUGUSTUS YOUNG

 

 

 

 

Augustus Young

Augustus Young was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1943, and now lives in a port town on the border between France and Spain. His most recent publications are Diversifications: Poems and Translations (Shearsman, 2009), and The Nicotine Cat and Other People: Chronicles of the Self (New Island/ Duras, 2009). He has published several volumes of autofiction, including Light Years (London Magazine Editions, 2002), and innumerable books of poetry. His regular webzine is www.augustusyoung.com.

 

 

 

 

_____

 

A Night Without a Moon

Wearing Your Glasses

 

_____

 

 

A Night Without a Moon

 

Things are so dark in the house

I fumble for the familiar,

and nothing seems in place.

I go out into the night.

The stars are out of order.

I could be back in the sertão

where our friend Jairo Dines,

encompassing the sky, sighed,

‘The stars are so spiritual.

Mortal paws cannot touch them.’ 

 

But what blinded me at first,

clears my vision. Weeping light

dries itself to a cosmic

kaleidoscope. One by one

stars catch my eye and tell me

that the time-clock of the spheres

isn’t ours. It has been put back

before we were born, and so

nothing on earth seems as dead

as a meteorite, or you. 

 

There’s no moon tonight. The sun-

washed face of its desiccated,

lifeless body, has no place

in the future when a space

has to be found for what is.

I go back into the house.

The darkness now has shadows,

and therefore light. Not enough

yet to imprint in the future

stain glass windows of our life.   

 

 

_____

 

 

Wearing Your Glasses

 

Since you have no need for your dark glasses,

I see the world through your sceptical eyes.

There’s the Pyrenean rain-cloud that passes

without a shower and, once again, clear skies

celebrate its unobtrusive visit.

You regard its unfulfilled ambition

as an achievement in stealth, a licit

refusal to halt its stubborn mission

so as to avoid a refuelling.

The light relief of a smile when it’s gone

is your nod and wink to ‘no fooling’.

The sun only blinds what you look upon.

 

 

 

©2013 Augustus Young

 

 

Author Links

 

Augustus Young webzine

Reviews of The Nicotine Cat and Other People, The Secret Gloss,
and The Rosemaries
in Southword Journal

Augustus Young at Irish Writers Online

 

 

 

CONTENTS BACK TO TOP NEXT POEM

 

 

   
 
©2009 Southword Editions
and
Munster Literature Centre
   

Southword 6 Southword No 7 Southword No 8 Southword No 9 Southword No 10 Southword 11 southword 12 Southword No 14 Southword No 15