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Feuch an tigeadh guth
tron t-sàmhchair.
Feuch an tigeadh guth
tron t-sàmhchair.
There they are, widows of the professoriate
/ Tied to their frail routines, but not unfree
/ Wheeling their shopping zimmers on Market Street;
/ And…
I am sending a message again.
/ Maybe you can’t hear it
/ through all the noise of lights
/ and the dangerous way things…
They are fermin the fower winds:
/ Five grey- stemmed daffodils
/ on the hill abuin Eynhallow
/ that whirlmagig air intil pouer.
/
/ Aa Simmerdim on Flotta…
I am an old book troglodyte
one who composes on paper
and types up the result
as many times as need be.
Week after week I watched the darlings growing
/ Like two strange children in an orphan home,
/ Aft from the thrust block to…
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
/ An’, taught by time, I tak’ it so…
Yesterday I went for the second time to the Crystal Palace… It seems as if only magic could have gathered…
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