How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
Derek Mahon, a giant in Irish poetry, has died at the age of 78. He was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland and was part of an extraordinary generation of Northern Irish poets who started to come to prominence in the mid 1960s, including Seamus Heaney, Michael Longley, and Paul Muldoon. His collections include Night-Crossing with Lives (1972), The Snow Party (1975), Courtyards in Delft (1981), Antarctica (1985), Harbour Lights (2005), and An Autumn Wind (2010).