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by Patrick Stack

 

A long way off

Through fog that veils all else

Faint voice is heard

So faint no mortal ear

Can catch the pitch

Save from atop

The spiral brows

Of love long-standing hills

Girdled with cows

 

From a long way off

So far no one can guess

An echo twirls

(or seagulls cry perhaps)

swoops down to kiss the spray

and rides toward shore

on the ninth next wave

splashes the rocks

tone-deaf till now

that the timbre and mettle

of its curling lips

etched on the cliffs

Her secret

 

This poem is from Patrick Stack’s first collection, The Parting (ADA, 2013), available on https://patrickstack.ie/