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A man donned a hat that shaded his eyes; in consequence he was never the same man again. Through whatever shadows he walked, light or ..read more
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Continuing adventures of St Feichín of Omey: St Feichín Takes His Followers To Omey Feichín in the wooded Glen of Fore declared ..read more
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When I was young night cleared away the countryside; there was nothing till morning. Sometimes a dog barked; barked into the void ..read more
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Torn from their place, bunches of blood-vessels; roses up-rooted soon blown. Up-rooted for their ground; left lying fade quicky; ..read more
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Encroaching onto the landscape In leisure                      Forgetful of the Gods ..read more
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The beach was a flood of  brilliant sunlight. We, alone on a shining strand that stretched for miles, dozed to the clock of the tide ..read more
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the blossoms, elegant little ballerinas, red as rowan, bright as Christmas. August, the bushes luxuriant along the roadside, ..read more
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When the clouds Fell onto the hill with the trees, And they were sinking, Sinking; I thought of you. Those still heads Belied ..read more
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Remember those figures by the church wall  Sculpted in after-mass conversations: Blather-tattooed men That hung there by their jackets ..read more
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in memory of my mother When, on an April afternoon, the countryside was bathed in pristine  sunlight And the fields were roaring ..read more

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