Irish poetry

Poem: ‘Where beckons the quiver…?’

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_        Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _                       ruling the region between earth and sky ? And do you shine from the sky _                       goddess in decay, _                                   as respite from the spit of day ? For this world could not hold you ? Whose arm twitches … Read more

Fragment Number 64

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It was Saturday morning. Maher was lying in bed. He had just woken up. It was early yet, before eight he could tell. When he had been a much younger man, he had been able to lie in for hours on end but ever since he had passed 30, which was almost twenty years ago … Read more