After the procession, the trumpetsAnd the drums, the gilded chariots,The trophies, the ships’ beaks of bronze,The swags of roses, the snow-tunicked slaves,The maidens, each brow wreathed with leaves,The magnificent, incomparable processionThat is the splendour and order of the city,After it all, after the dream,The exquisite and too brilliant dream,With the plaster images of the gods,The […]
I think of windows as I think of caves…
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
As fast as Glasgow burned its theatres to the ground
/ it built them back again – we couldn’t do
/ without our…
Is and sin tangatar cruiti Cainbile o Es Ruaid dia n-airfidedh.
/ Indar leo-sam ba do taisceladh forra ó Ulltaib tangatar,…