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Pól Ó Lorcáin
Paul Larkin
Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they
list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride
upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up
and down, all obstacles of distance, time and
place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge,
Chapter The Ninth
Dánta a scríobh mé le gairid/Recent Poems
LITTLE ENGLAND
In the beginning
Was our land
Ancient tongues
And vast sky
Now there is just SKY
Everywhere
Here is the News
Not....
Composed whilst waiting in a queue in a Dublin supermarket
Wake up and smell the soul
A drowsy dark winter morning
And I break bread and coffee beans
For no other reason
Than olfactory elation
The essence of being human
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