The easterly, you say, will be coming in today,
This afternoon—I like the way you say easterly
With such certainty—the way you know the
Tides—when they will rise and when they will
Fall—when they will come in and when they will
Go out—but it is the way you say easterly that
Touches me—the way you know this land, this
Sea, this shore with complete certainty—the
Currents of water are etched in your mind,
Time after time—the sands, the winds, the rain—
The moons, the dredges, the shipwrecks, the
Ocean lives in your mind for all time—today,
As we cross sandy cove you look seawards and
Say yes, yes, the easterly will be coming in today.
Heather Corbally Bryant (formerly Heather Bryant Jordan) teaches in the Writing Program at Wellesley College. She received her A.B. from Harvard, and her PhD from the University of Michigan. She has given academic papers and poetry readings in Ireland throughout the United States.
She published How Will the Heart Endure: Elizabeth Bowen and the Landscape of War,” (University of Michigan Press, 1992). She also has six books of poetry either published or forthcoming: Cheap Grace, The Finishing Line Press, (2011); Lottery Ticket, The Parallel Press Poetry Series of the University of Wisconsin Libraries (2013); Compass Rose, The Finishing Line Press (2016). My Wedding Dress, her first full-length volume of poetry was published in 2017, and Thunderstorm, her second full-length volume, was published from The Finishing Line Press in 2017; later in 2017, The Finishing Line Press published her chapbook, Eve’s Lament. Her work of creative non-fiction, You Can’t Wrap Fire in Paper, will be published in early 2018, as well as her new forward to the reissue of her grandmother’s autobiography, Assigned to Adventure, originally published in 1938.
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