in memory of Michael Hartnett
Something inconsolable in you looks me in the eye
An October sun flashing off the rainy camber.
And something ironical too, as though we could
Warm our hand at turf stacks along the road.
Good poems are as comfortlessly constructed,
Each sod handled how many times. Michael, your
Poems endure the downpour like the skylark's
Chilly hallelujah, the robin's autumn song.
Michael Longley, Snow Water, Cape Poetry, 2004