X. Babyll
rumbletrain underground out of the ground underground
poetry
XI. Lotht
Shieldbearing Idris raised me, high on a stationhouse stools
XIII. Vishin
Dreaming, see the levelling plain rush slowly
XIII. Immer Morrigan
We wait for a starter's whistle at one end of the long
4 Blocks from th Maritime Museum
look what i
XIV. Oh Be, Saint
her golden grace of hair
XV. Gavr' Inis
Across the morbihan at midnight prowled our great grey fleet,
XVI. Ri Bornelle
Light thickens, and our crow makes wind, chasing the setting sun
XVII. Lent-O!
Paddy's Day we let our minds run down before we wind them
XVIII. Mattermorphoses
Behind paper screens the mechanical one-legged man
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