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This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

The Disused Shed in Co. Wexford Derek Mahon
Let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels. - Seferis, Mythistorema

for J. G. Farrell


Even now there are places where a thought might grow -
Peruvian mines, worked out and abandoned
To a slow clock of condensation,
An echo trapped for ever, and a flutter
Of wildflowers in the lift-shaft,
Indian compounds where the wind dances
And a door bangs with diminished confidence,
Lime crevices behind rippling rainbarrels,
Dog corners for bone burials;
And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford,

Deep in the grounds of a burnt-out hotel,
Among the bathtubs and the washbasins
A thousand mushrooms crowd to a keyhole.
This is the one star in their firmament
...


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