After Yeats and Heaney
After Yeats and Heaney,
you wonder when the new one
will come galloping
out of Dublin or perhaps
from yet another farm
but you won’t know
until you read the lines
and hear the music by someone
you have never heard of.
If no one else is around
you’ll shout to the sleeping cat,
here’s the new one!
and then sit back and listen
to the words roll out, knowing
a new world has been found.
Donal Mahoney
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