Poem of the Week: “Pollen” by Moya Cannon

We felt this poem about pollen by Moya Cannon was incredibly appropriate this week as the season changes from winter to spring. You can read more of her poetry in our anthology The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry, Volume II. 

Pollen

And this dust survives
through the death of ages.
It sleeps in deep layers of mud
black, red and umber;
it sleeps under the wet pelt of a November hill
where long grass is the colour of fox;
it sleeps deep under lakes;
twelves metres down it survives,
dust of arctic meadows,
old and tough
as love.

–Moya Cannon, from The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry, Volume II (2010)