Four Directions - by
for and after Gael Turnbull. 3 July 2004
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/ The garlic bulbs burst
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/ bolt to attention
/ gone to seed-blossoms
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/ long stems rise upwards
/ twirl and curl…
elegies
Conjuring words - by
i m Gael Turnbull, poet, 1928-2004
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/ They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not…
Sung - by
Now only words in a rhyme,
/ no more than a name
/ on a stone,
/ and that well overgrown –
/ MAR- …