Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Burren, Co. Clare
- In The City
- Incantation In a Green Winter
- Spring Doggerel
- To His Ghost, Seen After Delirium
- A Blind Man Remembers Light Things
- The Mirror
- Dead
- Runaway
- When Yachts Are Racing At Dunmore
- Flight
- Epitaph For a Musician
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
Runaway
from Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Burren, Co. Clare
- In The City
- Incantation In a Green Winter
- Spring Doggerel
- To His Ghost, Seen After Delirium
- A Blind Man Remembers Light Things
- The Mirror
- Dead
- Runaway
- When Yachts Are Racing At Dunmore
- Flight
- Epitaph For a Musician
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
Summary
Somebody has got to tell me something real
and that very quickly.
Someone must show me a thing
that will not disappear when I touch it,
or fade into a cloud to walk through
when I have looked at it and
thought about it long enough.
You are not final:
you will be bones.
The feet I see marking the pavements
will walk too long
and not long enough,
and I will see the streets
clean in the morning, (tomorrow morning) after rain;
but the feet that marked the footpaths
will have stepped into the grave,
before I have done with them.
Who is going to tell me where the dark horses of the spirit go?
Have I come into this room now?
Or was I always in this place?
And could you in your speech
have an inference different from mine?
Do you signify, proud other people,
what you appear to be,
or imply quite another meaning in your existence?
Place me on the edge of a cliff
and tell me now where to leap,
for the horses are pulling on the reins. —
I have no wish to hold them.
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- Poetry by Women in IrelandA Critical Anthology 1870–1970, pp. 257Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2012