Poem by Mary Hobson

Eclipse

It seems unreasonable to complain
that joy cannot be whole again.
I knew the risk.
I knew that it could suffer the eclipse
that marks each rounded moment
with its dark elipse,
that shadows each bright disc.
I knew the risk –
but who could guess the pain?

1. The pain’s the same size as the love
2. Waterloo Station
3. The Counsellors
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Laundry Blues

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