Tag: poem
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What Do We Do Finer
What does Ireland do better? Is our intrigue the Aran sweater And womb-bred taste for horse’s fetters, Or is identity no deeper than the depth a feather Reaches through water. Like leather Are we sturdy, but peopled untogether. What does Ireland do finer? Ours is not the realm of vines, nor winers; No sun that…
Alchemisland 