Wake: Up to Poetry
Poem of the Week: Tomorrow by Dennis O’Driscoll
Tomorrow I will start to be happy.
The morning will light up like a celebratory cigar.
Sunbeams sprawling on the lawn will set
dew sparkling like a cut-glass tumbler of champagne.
Today will end the worst phase of my life.
I will put my shapeless days behind me,
fencing off the past, as a golden rind
of sand parts slipshod sea from solid land.
It is tomorrow I want to look back on, not today.
Tomorrow I start to be happy; today is almost yesterday.
From “Tomorrow” by Dennis O’Driscoll, The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry Volume One