How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart;
the sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
– Derek Mahon
This poem was excerpted from Black Rainbow, by Rachel Kelly, which tells the story of one woman’s journey overcoming depression, and the healing power of words and poetry. Copyright © 2015 by Rachel Kelly. Reprinted by permission of Quercus, a Hachette company.
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