‘Forever Eve’ by Eithne Strong.


Forever Eve

Oddly I
got an urge to write in praise of compromise
odd in me who have been too keen
for proofs to ratify my excellence:
cleverer me, prettier me who ever must
unequivocally be above the common.

Scrutinised
this urge is no escape from pride:
its unclear need contains equation
of my finer metal with the general clay
but more than that , parade – my still
superior vision of humility.

 by Eithne Strong.

This poem comes from the book Sarah, in Passing. The Dolmen Press, Poetry ,1974. Drawings by John Hodge.



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