Poem #12 for Poetry Month -- "Atlantis -- A Lost Sonnet"

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The last poem for Poetry Month (an even dozen!) comes from an Irish writer named Eavan Boland, and is about love and loss. Thanks to everyone who read along -- let's do this again next year. ♥



Atlantis -- A Lost Sonnet

How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city -- arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals -- had all
one fine day gone under?

I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —

white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe
what really happened is

this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of

where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.


~ Eavan Boland
From Domestic Violence, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2007
Online source here.