1. Home
  2. Poetry Magazine
  3. Poems
  4. House of Shadows. Home of Simile by Eavan Boland
House of Shadows. Home of Simile

Related Poem Content Details

One afternoon of summer rain   
my hand skimmed a shelf and I found   
an old florin. Ireland, 1950.

We say like or as and the world is   
a fish minted in silver and alloy,

an outing for all the children,   
an evening in the Sandford cinema,   
a paper cone of lemonade crystals and

say it again so we can see   
androgyny of angels, edges to a circle,   
the way the body works against the possible—

and no one to tell us, now or ever,   
why it ends, why   
it always ends.

I am holding   
two whole shillings of nothing,   
observing its heaviness, its uselessness.

And how in the cool shadow of nowhere   
a salmon leaps up to find a weir   
it could not even know   
was never there.

Source: Poetry (October 2006)

More from this issue

This poem originally appeared in the October 2006 issue of Poetry magazine

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

House of Shadows. Home of Simile

Related Poem Content Details

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Other Information