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 Counsellors
2. Laundry Blues
3. For Neil. 11 February, 2011
4. They’ll say ‘Do you remember when…?’
5. The pain’s the same size as the love

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