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Begin
by Brendan Kennelly
Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of the light at the window,
begin to the roar of the morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise.
born in light and dying in the dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pagennt of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of the swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and future
old friends passing through with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it is perhaps what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.
by Brendan Kennelly
Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of the light at the window,
begin to the roar of the morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise.
born in light and dying in the dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pagennt of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of the swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and future
old friends passing through with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it is perhaps what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.