Irish section
The Irish poets and the poets of Ireland
If men are thirsty,
and money tingles
in pockets with holes,
all is by gone
even when weather boots
are worn to make up
for yesterday
when no one came
to watch close by
on how English words
are chewed
as if pepper and salt
are missing, or something else,
when twilight marks at the river side
a dance into the eternal night.
hatto fischer 29.12.2012
« Notes on Modern Greek Poetry by Katerina Anghelaki Rooke | CATHAL Ó SEARCAIGH »