The Ireland Chair of Poetry

 

The Waterford Relays
to Mark Quinn


Running the relay at twelve
Is not half so good an idea
As running the relay at sixty-two.
It’s not only that at sixty-two
I drop the baton,
Which is normal,
But that I arrive at the handover without the baton,
Having forgotten to start with the baton in the first place,
Which is even more normal.
Nobody knows who I am
On whom even the clouds shine.

Paul Durcan

 

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