Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin
"Erected to the Memory of Mrs. Dermot O'Brien"
O commemorate me where there is water,
Canal water preferably, so stilly
Greeny at the heart of summer, Brother
Commemorate me thus beautifully.
Where by a lock Niagariously roars
The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence
Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose
Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands
A swan goes by head low with many apologies.
Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges
And look! a barge comes bringing from Athy
And other far-flung towns mythologies.
O commemorate me with no hero-courageous
Tomb--just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.