This is one of a series of poems about the loneliness of the emigrant and the people left behind


living landscapes

living landscapes
of
the mind
live on
in
places
most unkind
in dingy flats
and
dismal pubs
on
floors of stations
moving on
in doorways
dirty
doggy
gross
the noble people
of my birth
lived out
their lives
their labour done
in
Liverpool
London
Boston
Cleveland
never knowing
never holding
never kissing
their daughters
or
their
son



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 11:16

Tags Loss  Emigration  Ireland 

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M Heathcote
That's a very powerful poem Peter
And I do like it a lot;
Last night I was watching a film with the black rapper
50 cents in it and they all called one another N*****
I guess they felt like second class citizens
And for many immigrant workers they'd
Have had the same hardships!
Departed from all they'd loved most dearly
A good novel I read around about those time was;
Captains and Kings
Any ways nice reading your poem. :)
2007-06-10