The space or between of the poem—-between origin and apocalypse—- assumes the author is always in dialogue, never alone. Writing is a lonely calling we say, ignoring the originary sense of being called. But the space of the poem may address the silence too.
Ivy will be the final flower
Of life, as it has been before.
Bays and oak leaves? Not a chance.
When history bows to circumstance
it will be ivy that survives
The evidence of our vanished lives.
Derek Mahon ‘Ivy’ from Against the Clock.