Quarantine – Eavan Boland

In the worst hour of the worst season
of the worst year of a whole people
a man set out from the workhouse with his wife.
He was walking – they were both walking – north.

She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up.
He lifted her and put her on his back.
He walked like that west and west and north.
Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived.

In the morning they were both found dead.
Of cold. Of hunger. Of the toxins of a whole history.
But her feet were held against his breastbone.
The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.

Let no love poem ever come to this threshold.
There is no place here for the inexact
praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body.
There is only time for this merciless inventory:

Their death together in the winter of 1847.
Also what they suffered. How they lived.
And what there is between a man and woman.
And in which darkness it can best be proved.

I cannot believe I haven’t posted this poem before, but I was looking for it today and couldn’t find it anywhere on my blog! So I had to share it. =]

I am aware that Quarantine is slightly – more than slightly – depressing. But isn’t it beautiful! I pretty much have an affinity for the last couplet in each stanza. And for the language, for it’s simplicity and starkness, like the “nightfall under freezing stars.” The imagery’s so understated and good! And those last two lines! ” And what there is between a man and woman. And in which darkness it can best be proved.”

So good. So, so, so good.

And now I must go and actually do homework for pretty much the first time in a month and a half.



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