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Monday, January 3, 2022

Poem: "Begin" by Brendan Kennelly

Begin again to the summoning birds 
to the sight of the light at the window, 
begin to the roar of morning traffic 
all along Pembroke Road. 
Every beginning is a promise born 
in light and dying in dark determination 
and exaltation of springtime 
flowering the way to work. 
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls 
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal bridges 
linking the past and future old friends passing, 
though with us still. 
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end 
since it perhaps is what makes us begin, 
begin to wonder at unknown faces 
at crying birds in the sudden rain 
at branches stark in the willing sunlight 
at seagulls foraging for bread 
at couples sharing a sunny secret alone together while making good. 

Though we live in a world that dreams 
of ending that always seems about to give in something 
that will not acknowledge conclusion insists that we forever begin.

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