Keats Lives
By Moya Cannon
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Moya Cannon
Moya Cannon was born in County Donegal, spent most of her adult life in Galway and now lives in Dublin. She is the author of four previous collections of poems, Oar (1990), The Parchment Boat (1997), Carrying the Songs (2007) and Hands (2011). She studied at University College, Dublin, and Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. A winner of the inaugural Brendan Behan Award and the Lawrence O Shaughnessy Award, she has edited Poetry Ireland Review and was 2011 Heimbold Professor of Irish Studies at Villanova University.
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Keats Lives - Moya Cannon
Murphy
Winter View from Binn Bhriocáin
In the mountain-top stillness
the bog is heather-crusted iron.
A high, hidden mountain pond
is frozen into zinc riffles.
We have tramped across a plateau
of frost-smashed quartzite
to the summit cairn.
Far below, in February light,
lakes, bogs, sea-inlets,
the myriad lives being lived in them,
lives of humans and of trout,
of stonechats and sea-sedges
fan out, a palette of hammered silver,
grey and silver.
Two ivory swans
fly across a display case
as they flew across Siberian tundra
twenty thousand years ago,
heralding thaw on an inland sea –
their wings, their necks, stretched,
vulnerable, magnificent.
Their whooping set off a harmonic
in someone who looked up,
registered the image
of the journeying birds
and, with a hunter-gatherer’s hand,
carved tiny white likenesses
from the tip of the tusk
of the great land-mammal,
wore them for a while,
traded or gifted them
before they were dropped
down time’s echoing chute,
to emerge, strong-winged,
whooping,
to fly across our time.
(British Museum, April 2013)
Finger-fluting in Moon-Milk
We are told that usually, not always,
a woman’s index-finger
is longer than her ring-finger,
that, in men, it is usually the opposite,
that the moon-milk in this cave
retains the finger prints and flutings
of over forty children, women and men
who lived in the late Palaeolithic.
Here, in the river-polished Dordogne,
as the last ice-sheets started to retreat
northwards from the Pyrenees,
in a cave which is painted
with long files of mammoths
and gentle-faced horses,
a woman, it seems, with a baby on her hip
trailed her fingers down through
the soft, white substance
extruded by limestone cave-walls
and the child copied her.
Today, the finger-flutings remain clear,
the moon-milk remains soft;
as we trundle through the cave’s maze
in our open-topped toy train
we are forbidden to touch it.
With no gauge to measure sensibility
we cannot know what portion
of our humanity we share
with someone