Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney



Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan



Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition




Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes





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Augustus Young

Augustus Young was born in Cork, Ireland, in 1943, and now lives in a port town on the border between France and Spain. His most recent publications are Diversifications: Poems and Translations (Shearsman, 2009), and The Nicotine Cat and Other People: Chronicles of the Self (New Island/ Duras, 2009). He has published several volumes of autofiction, including Light Years (London Magazine Editions, 2002), and innumerable books of poetry. His regular webzine is www.augustusyoung.com.







A Night Without a Moon

Wearing Your Glasses





A Night Without a Moon


Things are so dark in the house

I fumble for the familiar,

and nothing seems in place.

I go out into the night.

The stars are out of order.

I could be back in the sertão

where our friend Jairo Dines,

encompassing the sky, sighed,

‘The stars are so spiritual.

Mortal paws cannot touch them.’ 


But what blinded me at first,

clears my vision. Weeping light

dries itself to a cosmic

kaleidoscope. One by one

stars catch my eye and tell me

that the time-clock of the spheres

isn’t ours. It has been put back

before we were born, and so

nothing on earth seems as dead

as a meteorite, or you. 


There’s no moon tonight. The sun-

washed face of its desiccated,

lifeless body, has no place

in the future when a space

has to be found for what is.

I go back into the house.

The darkness now has shadows,

and therefore light. Not enough

yet to imprint in the future

stain glass windows of our life.   






Wearing Your Glasses


Since you have no need for your dark glasses,

I see the world through your sceptical eyes.

There’s the Pyrenean rain-cloud that passes

without a shower and, once again, clear skies

celebrate its unobtrusive visit.

You regard its unfulfilled ambition

as an achievement in stealth, a licit

refusal to halt its stubborn mission

so as to avoid a refuelling.

The light relief of a smile when it’s gone

is your nod and wink to ‘no fooling’.

The sun only blinds what you look upon.




©2013 Augustus Young



Author Links


Augustus Young webzine

Reviews of The Nicotine Cat and Other People, The Secret Gloss,
and The Rosemaries
in Southword Journal

Augustus Young at Irish Writers Online







©2009 Southword Editions
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