Ireland
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‘Halo’ by Ailbhe Darcy
It was late last night the dog was speaking of me,and the gulls speaking of me, out over the field.You were drawing water from the tap in the kitchenand a moth was speaking of me, beating for light. I was raising delft from the sink to the aumbry,while they spoke of you in loops, over…
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Intermission
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A Poem Cannot Freeze Time
electric om of fridge spin/fade of digital cube which is no cube at all dog’s breath irradiated larynx fixed, forgotten swallow This galactic lick of nouns to verb And I burn the dictionary.
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Ulee (After Visiting Dublin)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 804 cumulus stalk dancing motes of grasshalms greek lemonade lonely kalamos reed whistle of manchester or trinity yet to have been made whole somehow by countries which had relapsed into appreciation those countries halming the nasty english vocalature grass thatchwacked up and into the ol’ english nose — achoo! such wind! —…
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Bonds Cast Out into the Desert, Bonds Reeled In
Wikipedia Poem, No. 803 who can understand in a rock scribbles some rocks some watches too and culture his chief diversion from that rock
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Ireland in a Day (In Praise of Ellen Hutchins)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 802 create many named grasses in seaweed and mussel and among their publications and publishers lecania hutchinsiae et al and the mussels of miss ellen’s garden who? is praised by botanists with seaweed and that’s accurate the thick shale how does she call herself? you can’t appreciate cork bound in seaweed and…
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‘Do you need some more right ears, David?’
do you need some more right ears david? insert this monkey’s jaw in the space between the ridge of the ear and the skull? (what is the name of this extra-hard portion of skull? place yourself behind the eyes of the croaking at the bottom of the well y’all read that dystopian joint, right? if…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 371
for Bernie lying in the end of you are all mad and we cattle—among the cattle—among the can walking along you are all made and we cattle—among the poplars on a lane along you say don’t forget the bargains are all made and we cattle among the rich with life—and you meet me and you…
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“Primrose” by Patrick Kavanagh
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth it is, said I, to find One small page of Truth’s manuscript made clear. I looked at Christ transfigured without fear— The light was very beautiful and kind, And where the Holy Ghost in…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 283
suspicion chooses from algeria colombia and ireland the federation defends address said i’m glad said some matches all judging aside who also worked all judging officials review the inside interpretation defending addressed and now have i know the american echoes a coached-thing who wins about to step forward through all that governs thee russian…
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