Poem (from the Irish of Sean O Riordain)
I seek no poem
Padraig o Broin
Canticles
For the Record, by Luella Booth
'No Clear Strait of Anian'
... is too big to take in at single seeing
Progress
The gracious trees dropped feathery limbs
Tom-Tom
Thud, and boom, and thud.
Feargus Rua Refuses a Lady (from the Irish)
Keep to yourself that kiss,
Confession
Below the Golden Spears gleamed bay and sea
Old Men
Where
Jealousy
I said to the Moon, 'I love you.' She
The Dark Stroller (from the Irish)
A week of weeks stretched on my bed by the window
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