Tag: imagination
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Goodbye to all that
Robert Graves awayed, bloodlust sated Absconded to Deia, more to his mind Place of Satyrs, sylvan glaived maize Silenus maven muse pilgrim. He was a poet, a true poet Moon-throated, thralled to a muse From whose faultless hem Truth hewn can be eschewed Use not vexatious runes or puzzling riddles Which muddle befuddling the reading…
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Standing Vigil
For a consumptive waif Babe still I volunteered to wait Morning ’til Upon sill alighting, ’til dawnlight In her society. All night I was to wait Stillstaying A priest to pay my wage Tuppence day For pay such men slay demons, eh? Nods me away. Figured muchly would enjoy it Humour’d mordant But when I…
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Looting
History circuitous, repetitious For the Irish, rarely surreptitious As rights rise like tides of changing ages Venice’s cancer’s final stage From sacred hollows mystical weapons are pried Durandal pulled from stone and stolen, like Scone’s stone How long until Thule and Horbiger’s icebox are taught in schools? Of the lance of Longinus, spearing Eden’s seed…
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St. Stephen, no wren friend
Somewhere in Dublin a frigid forecourt in storm North King Street worming behind Four Courts Wet catchyourdeath chill alright, oldtown silhouette Later belching towers’ll smoulder there, giant cigarettes Nearby St. Stephen’s lazaret Outside which stabbed faction fighters are left after a decent Donnybrook Melee broke out, two villages a single scrimmage Such blood spillage a…
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