things are different now

Suibhne is Wounded, and Confesses

There was a time when I thought
the sound of a dove cooing and flitting
over a pond was sweeter than the voices

of friends. There was a time when
I preferred the blackbird and the boom
of a stag belling in a storm. I used to think

that the chanting of the mountain-grouse
at dawn had more music than your voice,
but things are different now. Still,

it would be hard to say I wouldn’t rather
live above the bright lake, and eat watercress
in the wood, and be away from sorrow.

Seán Hewitt

Taken from Tongues of Fire (Jonathan Cape, 2020)

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How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace –– who speak as though you could be saved!

Isaiah 52:7

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A Change is Gonna Come [Sam Cooke].

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All my love,

Tanvi

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