Dec 11, 2005 · Do you remember when we would just sit for awhile and not talk and walk away feeling we’ve had the best conversation of our lives? This moment. Leaving without moving. A neighbourhood. At dusk. out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. this moment. Stars rise.

‘This Moment’ by Eavan Boland is a short poem that captures a snapshot of dusk in a neighborhood positioned exactly between day and night. The poem begins with the speaker giving the reader a few simple comments about the setting. These provide the …

Eavan Boland (1944-2020) was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1944. She published numerous poetry collections, including A Woman Without a Country: Poems (W. W. Norton, 2014). A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black.

Apr 16, 2014 · A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms this moment. Stars rise. Moths flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.

Apr 14, 2013 · A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms this moment. Stars rise. Moths flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.

Dec 21, 2013 · A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms this moment. Stars rise. Moths flutter Apple sweeten in the dark.

Boland's mother was an artist and ''This Moment'' is a particularly visual poem. The poem opens in a suburban neighbourhood at dusk. It could be anywhere. The short sentences and the mention of things ''getting ready / to happen / out of sight'' add the stillness and the sense of anticipation.

A neighborhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight. Stars and moths. And rinds slanting around fruit. But not yet. One tree is black. One window is yellow as butter. A woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms this moment. Stars rise. Moths flutter. Apples sweeten in the dark.

Nov 26, 2018 · This is an Analysis of the poem This Moment by Eavan Boland. A neighbourhood. At dusk. Things are getting ready to happen out of sight.

"A neighbourhood. At dusk" (straight in with describing setting, almost a twilight zone)