this evening
Standing in the book shop on Grafton Street.
Something drew my attention.
I turned.
Behind me lay the poetry section.
The books themselves had drawn my attention.
I started with surprise.
Because...
Because for once I didn't feel a wave of resentment towards the poets and their books.
So long I had thought of them as my enemies.
Resented their achievements.
I started again.
A thrill of delight shot through me.
I no longer have any fight with the poets.
I am free.
An idea struck me.
Instantly I opened my diary and tore out a page with one of my poems on it. I signed the page and placed it gingerly on the shelves between The Collected Works Of Seamus Heaney and The Complete Des Egan.
I smiled.
Walking away.
It's been a long time coming.
At last my work can be found amongst the immortals on the shelves of Dublin bookshops.
Something drew my attention.
I turned.
Behind me lay the poetry section.
The books themselves had drawn my attention.
I started with surprise.
Because...
Because for once I didn't feel a wave of resentment towards the poets and their books.
So long I had thought of them as my enemies.
Resented their achievements.
I started again.
A thrill of delight shot through me.
I no longer have any fight with the poets.
I am free.
An idea struck me.
Instantly I opened my diary and tore out a page with one of my poems on it. I signed the page and placed it gingerly on the shelves between The Collected Works Of Seamus Heaney and The Complete Des Egan.
I smiled.
Walking away.
It's been a long time coming.
At last my work can be found amongst the immortals on the shelves of Dublin bookshops.
4 Comments:
Tis a sad fact that the Poet is never recognised in their own land. Or is that Prophet. Same difference.
Glad you took the matter into your own hands:)
Today Grafton Street, tomorrow, oh you know!
J
You are famous in India!
People know you and your works.
They are in my diaries, journals and blogs!
Your day will come, James. Then we'll say, "We knew him when..."
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