Perhaps it is the news of the world. Or perhaps it is simply this week's weather forecast: five days of rain. Whatever the cause, I feel the need for a gleam of sunlight, for bright blue and gold. Robert Herrick and Derek Mahon may do the trick.
Hope Well and Have Well:
Or, Fair After Foul Weather
What though the heaven be lowering now,
And look with a contracted brow?
We shall discover, by-and-by,
A repurgation of the sky;
And when those clouds away are driven,
Then will appear a cheerful heaven.
Robert Herrick, Hesperides (1648).
Everything Is Going To Be All Right
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, Poems 1962-1978 (Oxford University Press 1979).