Tag: holidays
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Suit Yourself
Inside iron armour my frail deranged armature is pale Fastness my flesh can hide where nothing can assail Sculpted by an amateur symmetry’s anathema What they wilt Rabelais’ Thelema their schema. When December first heightens wasted months, a whole year to bewail If you cram it in every day that month, it cannot be chalked…
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…