Monthly Archives: January 2015

Promises, Promises by Paul Muldoon

I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings from the dogwood For the love of marijuana. His song goes over my head. There is such splendour in the … Continue reading

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Rhythm of Life By Eileen Carney Hulme

The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on and everything is changed I am no longer sad I don’t weep for you. In still moments I see you … Continue reading

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Indian Summer By Eileen Carney Hulme

Like a deep blue wave of passion you shore into the room where I sit waiting quietly, open-booked. We have moved through days, loss, pain to hold this moment, this picture postcard seascape of gentle harbouring. You say ‘I knew … Continue reading

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Sleeping in Blue by Eileen Carney Hulme

I lean into you, we bury down in the dunes the breeze holds like a whisper you stroke my brown knees your fingers are my unspoken thoughts the silence is sensuous, suffuses like scent of sandalwood I watch the sea … Continue reading

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A Lament By Katharine Tynan

(For Holy Cross Day, 1914) Clouds is under clouds and rain For there will not come again Two, the beloved sire and son Whom all gifts were rained upon. Kindness is all done, alas, Courtesy and grace must pass, Beauty, … Continue reading

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The Curse By J. M. Synge

o a sister of an enemy of the author’s who disapproved of ‘The Playboy’ Lord, confound this surly sister, Blight her brow with blotch and blister, Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver, In her guts a galling give her. Let … Continue reading

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Prayer Before Birth By Louis Mac Neice

I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may … Continue reading

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