Our Poem Of The Week, presented in association with Poetry Ireland, is Lament by Moya Cannon


Let me learn from the Brent geese
their grey grammar of grief
as they wheel in a bow-backed flock
onto a February tide.

Let me learn from these strong geese
to map my losses with a cry,
learn from those who are always losing
a chick, a lover or a brother,
losing one cold country or another.

Let me learn from the black-necked geese
how to bend my shoulders low
over a wrack-draped shore,
let me learn from the curlew’s long weep,

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

From fermata: Writings inspired by Music (Artisan House, 2016)

About The Poet: Moya Cannon has published five collections of poetry, her most recent being Keats Lives (2015) from Carcanet Press. Her poems reflect preoccupations with landscape and seascape, with archaeology, with music, with language itself and with our visceral attachment to the beauty of the earth.