‘Silt Whisper’ and other poems by Ailbhe Darcy

Silt Whisper   That summer one-eyed jacks were wild: we learned new rules, left tea to brew.   Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned. Unemployment was another high.   I had been a storm in a polystyrene cup, seeking scald, steam, instance, but now   we drew up lists; mapped out desire lines; skipped interviews…

Recours au Poème; Poésies & Mondes Poétiques

Originally posted on Poethead:
My thanks to Matthieu Baumier, editor at Recours au Poème , and to Elizabeth Brunazzi, who published and translated four poems from my collection, Cycles (Lapwing Publications, 2013).   I am adding here Elizabeth’s translation of i and the village (after Marc Chagall) moi et le Village   (d’après Marc Chagall)…