One Morning (Eamon Grennan Poem)
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I-THE LURE No, no,-forget your Cricket and your Ant, For I shall never set my name to theirs That now ...
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
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