saturday in dublin

this is no country for old men
years hit the nail on the head there
and I am the oldest thing abroad
so rich an afternoon in dublin

the crowd swirls around me
and I am an ireland to myself

all this promise this reeling promise
hazarding the world to come
here on these honeyed bricks

why these people have only now
abandoned their cradles
shouldering shoulders on grafton street

what can I say
it is saturday in dublin
I say god keep me here
god bring the wild geese home in them
god save ireland

—From Selected Poems, 1985