Today is All-Ireland Poetry Day! Events are happening all round the country to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Poetry Ireland.

In Dublin there will be a poetry reading at 6.30 pm tonight at the Unitarian Church, 112 St Stephen’s Green West, by John F. Deane, Rutger Kopland and Fiona Sampson. Full details of events nationwide can be found on Poetry Ireland’s website…

In honour of the day, a favourite poem recently discovered:

Wisława Szymborska: ‘Slapstick’ (1993)

If there are angels,
I doubt they read
our novels
concerning thwarted hopes.

I’m afraid, alas,
they never touch the poems
that bear our grudges against the world.

The rantings and railings
of our plays
must drive them, I suspect,
to distraction.

Off-duty, between angelic –
i.e. inhuman – occupations,
they watch instead
our slapstick
from the age of silent film.

To our dirge wailers,
garment renders,
and teeth gnashers,
they prefer, I suppose,
that poor devil
who grabs the drowning man by his toupee
or, starving, devours his own shoelaces
with gusto.

From the waist up, starch and aspirations;
below, a startled mouse
runs down his trousers.
I’m sure
that’s what they call real entertainment.

A crazy chase in circles
ends up pursuing the pursuer.
The light at the end of the tunnel
turns out to be a tiger’s eye.
A hundred disasters
mean a hundred cosmic somersaults
turned over a hundred abysses.

If there are angels,
they must, I hope,
find this convincing,
this merriment dangling from terror,
not even crying Save me Save me
since all of this takes place in silence.

I can even imagine
that they clap their wings
and tears run from their eyes
from laughter, if nothing else.