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The Colonists

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I am ready to go home

through an autumn evening.

Suddenly,

without any warning, I can see them.

They form slowly out of the twilight.

Their faces. Arms. Greatcoats. And tears.

They are holding maps.

But the pages are made of failing daylight.

Their tears, made of dusk, fall across the names.

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Irish poet Eavan Boland is a professor of English at Stanford University and author of Object Lessons, An Origin Like Water, and The Lost Land.

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