Poetry Day Ireland, Thursday 7th May 2015

Poetry Ireland are on a mission to make poetry both inescapable and irresistible, and everyone is invited to get involved!

One suggested way is to post online your favourite poem, I don’t have only one favourite – the world is much too big to narrow it down. After much consideration about the familarility people have with poets and the themes they tackle. Following this logical (if that may be what it is) I have choosen Continuum by New Zealand poet Allen Curnow. Continuum deals with the struggles an insomniac poet has trying to create material to write about. Any writer will be able to identify with this aspect of hair-pulling frustation.

 

Continuum

The moon rolls over the roof and falls behind
my house, and the moon does neither of these things,
I am talking about myself.

It’s not possible to get off to sleep or
the subject or the planet, nor to think thoughts.
Better barefoot it out the front

door and lean from the porch across the privets
and the palms into the washed-out creation,
a dark place with two particular

bright clouds dusted (query) by the moon, one’s mine
the other’s an adversary, which may depend
on the wind, or something.

A long moment stretches, the next one is not
on time. Not unaccountably the chill of
the planking underfoot rises

in the throat, for its part the night sky empties
the whole of its contents down. Turn on a bare
heel, close the door behind

on the author, cringing demiurge, who picks up
his litter and his tools and paces me back
to bed, stealthily in step.

– Allen Curnow [1988]