Everything is Going to be All Right

Derek Mahon


How should I not be glad to contemplate 
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window 
and 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 unbidden 
and the hidden source is the watchful heart. 
The sun rises in spite of everything 
and the far cities are beautiful and bright. 
I lie here in a riot of sunlight 
watching the day break and the clouds flying. 
Everything is going to be all right.


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