fur shore the sleigh bard conkle drum /bitter hens & dings this (the pier) /boy or no tone ever he won than hick hoes fur that icy tear /know bye hell her fainting quarry /bolster firm there dress the gale /fashed on pint in stretcher cans /vast hemp spires great nor wear nor hear /o fool of shite my song burr heckles /wince hat both her pearse had ears - boye sigh ted lost cockles bray /sped end last threw hour finest gaeltacht eire
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nor the key and the woman nor the girl and the moon nor the blindingly human nor the shard for the tune and the hill for the crescent and the pond for the scale and the continuous present and the smile save the braille in the table save billows in the mirror save clouds in the triumphant pillows in the bib it's the shroud it's the same now the ebbing it's the time now the most it's the estuarine webbing it's the girl and the ghost
not the tree but the man not the fire but the boys not the emergency plan not the silence nor noise but the swan or the glass but the time or the dream but the elegant trespass but the wings and the stream and the wind not the boat and the blood not the bay and the soundless float and the voice but the day or the nail nor the wishes or the tray but the ball or the unwashed dishes or the men but the all
i never did believe in cygnets nor families of swans but now both paddle up the canal beside me like the girls of my dreams ... downy fluffy beige & beautiful eight cygnets swallow stream water in long-necked gulps right legs stretched & contorted above as left flippers gliding on mother & father following drowsily behind nearer & further away white as wisdom gentle as the truths of birth growth & slow decline death the black swans feather squinting eyes that see it all & eight more stories to sing ...
in the bars & on the streets picking up where the lads left off filling buckets & gathering glasses/stories together diaspora of the unions past performing their apprenticeships at low cost drifting off to sleep after downing two three pints of the hot stuff love is work or the new life an exile from the new olympia harsh the memory of previous loves childhoods all gone now a void where snoring millions sleep on holidays how rested saving up for accommodation (two rooms)