Tag: combat
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King of pugilists at prayer
Bait a jab, dip Clasp hands behind hips, lift From Keramoti to Thassos, boxers by dayglow go to heroic groves Clove-scented, seated on cloven stone cloven-footed one’s throne Overgrown with old foliage, foliate head emerging Flaxen hair a chervil mound, summoned by Amergin He most unservile, rilled nubile verdant Dante rootcheeked Atlantean Lord of leafed…
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Inner City Oldtime
Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…
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Lover’s Declaration III
Which Valhallite for more life would not stake All hours unlife’s estatial halls wineful gloried Who chooses stained glass immortality Over corn’s faintest Elysian brush Hasting wind making baled hay hiss Sand reforming in awe-ordered fist. Dead and so forever Flown through the arches Dark dress, mourners marching Blessed now, regardless Whether ripe-hearted or charmless.…