The New Estate

By Ciarán Carson b. 1948 Ciaran Carson
Forget the corncrake’s elegy. Rusty
Iambics that escaped your discipline
Of shorn lawns, it is sustained by nature.
It does not grieve for you, nor for itself.
You remember the rolled gold of cornfields,
Their rustling of tinsel in the wind,
A whole field quivering like blown silk?
A shiver now runs through the laurel hedge,
And washing flutters like the swaying lines
Of a new verse. The high fidelity
Music of the newly-wed obscures your
Dedication to a life of loving
Money. What could they be for, those marble
Toilet fixtures, the silence of water-beds,
That book of poems you bought yesterday?

Ciaran Carson, “The New Estate” from Selected Poems. Copyright © 2001 by Ciaran Carson. Reprinted by permission of Wake Forest University Press.

Source: Selected Poems (Wake Forest University Press, 2001)

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Poet Ciarán Carson b. 1948


Subjects Living, Life Choices, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets

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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, into an Irish-speaking family, poet Ciarán Carson attended Queen’s University, Belfast. He held the position of traditional arts officer of the Arts Council of Northern Ireland from 1975 to 1998 and was appointed director of the Seamus Heaney Centre for Poetry at Queen’s University in 2003. Carson is the author of a number of collections of poetry, including The Irish for No (1987), winner of . . .

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