Five Poems
Medbh McGuckian, 7 June 1984
“... Too Much Yellow Near-sighted, I would not lift my eyes From either my floor-length gown or my Pastel mood. There was too much yellow For my temperature to rise a lot At sunset into new mays and may nots: I was afraid to see the ever dancelike Breast of cloud swirl open in the sky As my garments. Promising a son, To him, to memory, I could not love His love, and all that came after Was a mere continuation of that August night I waited out the rain In someone’s gateway of sudden orphan- Hood where a flower shop had stood; Trying to make out his disobedient Window was the drawer for all its suffering Going in and out again as correctly as it should Like a child’s hand running in a man’s ... ”