Irish Poetry: Paul Durcan

And That Being so

Paul Durcan

My so is the High Meadow we played in
My cousin and I, when we were young
The high meadow where we danced
Round a fairy ring

My soul is the figure of my first love
Skipping quickly across the sands
Her hair dyed yellow - was that wise? -
Round her laughing eyes

But the High Meadow's been built upon
And that being so and my first love gone
My soul must step in the streets
Round the fire of song