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.