I’m wary of putting my favourite poem on my blog as I can’t find it online anywhere. I’m just going to publish one verse which will give some idea of the wonderful cadence. The poem is called ‘Leaves’ by Derek Mahon, who is a contemporary of Seamus Heaney, and was awarded the T S Eliot Poetry prize in 2006. This is the third of four verses:
Somewhere there is an afterlife
of dead leaves
A stadium filled with an infinite
Rustling and sighing.
Here is a link to another poem by Mahon, A Disused Shed in Co.Wexford.