“We cannot love God unless we love each other. And to love each other we must know each other in the breaking of bread and we are not alone anymore. Heaven is a banquet and life is a banquet, too, even with a crust, where there is companionship. Love comes with community.” —Dorothy Day, The Long Loneliness
I heard Theo Dorgan read in Dublin last year from his then as yet unpublished manuscript. Now Greek, his newest collection of poems is available – and I’m savoring every page. Even today I took my copy down to the cafe beneath my office and read while the ladies fixed my sandwich. (I noticed I was sharing the table with a young woman who was reading off her Kindle. While casting no aspersions her way – I know she’s saving trees – I was highly satisfied holding my book in my hands. Ahhh, the pleasure.)
Below find Dorgan’s poem that appeared on Poetry Daily. I recently read this one aloud to a friend while she was cooking dinner.
Bread Dipped in Olive Oil and Salt
by Theo Dorgan
Bread dipped in olive oil and salt,
a glass of rough dry white.
A table beside the evening sea
where you sit shelling pistachios,
flicking the next open with the half-
shell of the last, story opening story,
on down to the sandy end of time.
The stars coming out on the life that I call mine
Dorgan is a poet, prose writer, editor, scriptwriter, translator, and sailor. His other books include What This Earth Cost Us (Dedalus, 2008); Sailing for Home, his prose account of a transatlantic voyage under sail; and, in 2007, A Book of Uncommon Prayer, which he compiled and edited. He is the editor of Irish Poetry Since Kavanagh, and co-editor of Leabhar Mór na hÉireann / The Great Book of Ireland, An Leabhar Mór / The Great Book of Gaelic, the anthology Watching the River Flow, and the acclaimed collection of historical essays Revising the Rising.