There Will Be A Talking ~ Michael Hartnett

It is very difficult to pick a ‘favourite’ poem – but if put to absolute pin of my collar, I would choose this one as my favourite. It is beautiful….


‘There will be a talking . . .’ by Michael Hartnett (1941-1999)

There will be a talking of lovely things,
there will be cognizance of the seasons,
there will be men who know the flights of birds.
In new days there will be love for women:
we will walk the balance of artistry,
and things will have a middle and an end,
and be loved because they are beautiful.
Who in a walk will find a lasting vase
depicting dance and hold it in his hands
and sell it then? No man on the new earth
will barter with malice nor make of stone
a hollowed riddle; for art will be art,
the freak, the rare no longer commonplace.
There will be a going back to the laws.


Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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