IN MEMORY OF POET MICHAEL O'NEILL:
Poet, Scholar, and Romanticist (1953-2018)
Everyone at the Keats-Shelley House and Keats-Shelley Memorial Association was sad to hear of the death of poet Michael O'Neill, who passed away on the morning of 21st December 2018 at his home in Durham, surrounded by his family. Michael had been working on the proofs for his last academic study, Shelleyan Reimaginings and Influence, which will be published in March:
Michael's final poetry collection, 'Crash and Burn', is due to be published in February.
Michael was a life-long admirer of Keats and Shelley, and we share in memory of him his poem 'Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti', which was first published in the Keats-Shelley Review (Vol. 25, April 2011).
SCALINATA DELLA TRINITA DEI MONTI
Much other woe than yours and we show up,
inspect the stage-set from the highest step.
A man flashes the blade of his smile and shrugs,
trying to palm off plastic roses.
Cleaners consign the cans of Coke to bags.
It’s almost midnight, feels close to dawn.
Lone, bright, theatrical, a star
pulsates beyond the domes and a low moon.
In the small hours, I wake up,
something speaking of you from my sleep:
the weakened body drowsing through a dream,
the fountain’s tilting spray, unthroated voices,
a brief adieu, an awkward bow, a flock
of migrant birds, police cars in the square,
the full-grown generations still to come
outlived already by your words, your work.
A few days later, we return
to the House; it’s hard not to track again
your posthumous existence while alive,
death’s suffocation of your gift and love,
the cost exacted and the tears,
the night sweats, phlegm, and suffering,
one friend with you at the end after verse
had ceased — hard not to mourn, to long
for Roman sunshine, hard
not to walk to the Borghese Gardens
like silenced escapees, hard not
to fear the life that hopes art
will give it substance, hard not to find such
substance without substance, hard not to thud
shut a book and stare towards a sky that hangs
like a shroud or a doorway (who knows which?),
challenging yet sponsoring cries and songs,
would-be last lines, your feeling for light and shade.
By Michael O'Neill. Copyright Keats-Shelley Memorial Association 2011