Boland, Eavan 1997

Wednesday, March 19, 1997

Six o’clock: the kitchen bulbs which blister
Your dark, your housewives starting to nose
Out each other’s day, the claustrophobia
Of your back gardens varicose
With shrubs, make an ugly sister
Of you suburbia.

– Eavan Boland, “Ode to Suburbia” 

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All night the room breathes out its grief.
Exhales through surfaces. The sideboard.
The curtains: the stale air stalled there.
The kiln-fired claws of the china bird.

– Eavan Boland, “Exile! Exile!”

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