I See You Dancing, Father

I See You Dancing, Father

No sooner downstairs after the night's rest
And in the door
Than you started to dance a step
In the middle of the kitchen floor.

And as you danced
You whistled.
You made your own music
Always in tune with yourself.

Well, nearly always, anyway.
You're buried now
In Lislaughtin Abbey
And whenever I think of you

I go back beyond the old man
Mind and body broken
To find the unbroken man.
It is the moment before the dance begins,

Your lips are enjoying themselves
Whistling an air.
Whatever happens or cannot happen
In the time I have to spare
I see you dancing, father.


from A Time for Voices: Selected Poems 1960-1990 (Bloodaxe, 1990), copyright © Brendan Kennelly 1990, used by permission of the author and Bloodaxe Books Ltd.

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1The Adventure of Learning

2Getting Up Early

3The Singing Girl Is Easy in Her Skill

4Sing and Be Damned To It

5Blackbird

6Living Ghosts

7The Happy Grass

8Thérèse

9Saint Brigid's Prayer

10Saint Augustine on God

11Children's Hospital

12Citizens of the Night

13The Horse's Head

14The Stones

15Innocent

16Poem from a Three Year Old

17The Visitor

18Love-Cry

19The Swimmer

20bridge

21Dream of a Black Fox

22The Scarf

23Lightning

24Shell

25Sea

26Bread

27The Sandwoman

27Silence

29We Are Living

30The Moment of Letlive

31The Habit of Redemption

32A Restoration

33She Sees Her Own Distance

34More Dust

35The Fire is Crying

36A Half-Finished Garden

37Her Face

38A Giving

39Let It Go

40Proof

41The Speech of Trees

42Wish

43Knives

44The Third Force

45I See You Dancing, Father

46A Glimpse of Starlings

47Clearing a Space

48Begin

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