but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,and finds no horizon
will not be there. (24-28)
By the end of the poem, the speaker has found a way to represent her nation's history that makes up for the bad job that maps do. Maps cannot tell the story, or even represent the famine roads at all, but lucky for us, we've got Boland to write her heart out about this tragic moment in Ireland's past. Thanks, Eavan!