In Ireland, With or Without My Mother
       

Is it enough to call her
the refreshment of Glencar waterfall,
air that cools and eases my ache,
the mossy stones that lead me there?
Is it enough to call her the furrowed green
of Ben Bulben, patched with low mist
and cloud, then light-struck again?
Might she be these arrow-tailed magpies sweeping past,
these gorse bushes chiming everywhere with gold?
Or these stars, these irrepressible stars
brighter than belief in the night?

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