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The Bells of Shandon With deep affection and recollection I oft times think of those Shandon bells, Whose sound so wild would in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells, On this I ponder when’eer I wander and thus grow fonder sweet Cork of thee, With…

Discovery of St Anne’s Often passed, unheeded, or Briefly filling the field of view – To be forgotten again in an instant; As a stranger I enter this part Of our living history, so often passed by. Yet now these lofty vaults give space To the intimation of awe. Carson…

              If you forget me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash…

              Black Cat A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear: just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease…

            Phantom Noise There is this ringing hum    this bullet-borne language    ringing shell-fall and static    this late-night ringing of threadwork and carpet    ringing hiss and steam    this wing-beat of rotors and tanks    broken bodies ringing in steel    humming these voices of dust    these years ringing…