Separation

Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its colour

-W.S.Merwin

Wet Evening in April

The birds sang in the wet trees

And as I listened to them it was a hundred years from now

And I was dead and someone else was listening to them.

But I was glad I had recorded for him the melancholy.

-Patrick Kavanagh

Two beautiful poems from Best Poems on the Underground Edited by Gerard Benson, Judith Chernaik & Cicely Herbert.