Ulster Poets: Irish Hare by John McGuckian

First, I should say that in Irish Folklore the hare is a shapeshifter and plays a part in many tales.

Just around the time

You might be hoping for a sign,


The Hare appeared

Very far down in my garden

Like an omen of goodwill;

Of the hereafter;

That life had a meaning


The hare came up to my window,

And I was startled too.

Death had struck.

She lay like an old doll

On a sofa.

The family gathered around

And I could sense their fear:

Her he comes!

Wasn’t I the soft one,

In tears.

And isn’t it in my garden

The hare appears.

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