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Irish Pages LTD Canaan Author(s): Gary Allen Source: Irish Pages, Vol. 2, No. 2, The Earth Issue (Autumn/Winter, 2004), pp. 94-95 Published by: Irish Pages LTD Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30022023 . Accessed: 14/06/2014 23:24 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Irish Pages LTD is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Irish Pages. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 185.2.32.58 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 23:24:29 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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CanaanAuthor(s): Gary AllenSource: Irish Pages, Vol. 2, No. 2, The Earth Issue (Autumn/Winter, 2004), pp. 94-95Published by: Irish Pages LTDStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30022023 .

Accessed: 14/06/2014 23:24

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FOUR POEMS

Gary Allen

CANAAN

I have found my name cut into the threshing-floor

cold slabs indented by the flail till wrists, arms, shoulders were numb with repercussion

the thud, thud, thud, steady and surreal down through the years

and the fine dust, the grain separated from husks and straw, in which a child saw the God his fathers feared.

The high windows of barns and spireless churches,

dry as a father's love, tell a child that nothing good is obtainable

obedience the only truth.

It matters not how blood is spilt or what it's given for - see how your ploughshares

have been turned back into swords:

this bridge choked with tractor, slurry-spreader, harvester - I have carried a knife in my lunch-box,

ready to kill.

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Hazlett reached this age pulled from his hiding-place among the dank pools of flax

spreadeagled on the threshing floor,

fifty lashes tore the skin from his back.

Oh father, what is it that sets us free if not the same mistakes that bind us:

farm machinery pushed aside down the slopes to a dried-up riverbed,

and a baker's honed knife

flung to the long grass.

THE REVIVAL

All these girls clothed in white without a word, blow down the street to meet their brothers.

The clouds are high in the sky -

it is summer.

The trains from Belfast stand at the station

carriage doors flung open.

This way -

my great-grandmother's hand in mine

though I am forty years older -

come down to the river's edge

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