The Fairies - by
Up the airy mountain,
/ Down the rushy glen,
/ We daren’t go a-hunting
/ For fear of little men;
/ Wee…
Up the airy mountain,
/ Down the rushy glen,
/ We daren’t go a-hunting
/ For fear of little men;
/ Wee…
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
/ the snipe was speaking of you in her deep…
I seem to draw them to me.
/ They come swirling towards me
/ like tugboats
/ in the dusk – every tread unsteady.
/ They set their…
In a café pattering with rain
/ on the embankment in Ljubljana,
/ against a backdrop of sad tin dragons,
/ on each side of a…
When I found I’d lost you –
/ not beside me, nor ahead,
/ nor right nor left not
/ your green jacket moving
/
/ between the trees…
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