Quarantine
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people A man set out […]
Poems in English
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people A man set out […]
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of Forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, The gloom of […]
Here is the city- Its worn-down mountains, Its grass and iron, Its smoky coast Seen from the high roads On […]
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching Ber curves and paps […]
It was the first gift he ever gave her, Buying it for five five francs in the Galeries In pre-war […]
These are outsiders, always. These stars- These iron inklings of an Irish January, Whose light happened Thousands of years before […]
After the wolves and before the elms The bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue A […]
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind […]