Michael O'Sullivan Poems

The more I try
To clean
Our mirror
The dirtier
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If I turned toward you
Who would answer

The vine?
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Your sins
are the only
true foundation.
I stand
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Be but with Chance, that windowed sepulchre,
From whose sweet vantage, you will espy her care;
Her beauty from an accidental tower
Reveals and unreveals, as you despair!
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A man in a conference
Screams out a lifetime's anger.
But his hand beneath the desk
Caresses the rough wood.
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Because I love the sun
I want it to rain properly.
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Look into your heart
You'll find a need for courage
So immense
That multitudes are waiting
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Our house is divided
Between love and love.
We do not need hatred
To be the masters of love.
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In Japan they fall on their swords.
In Ireland we fall on our ambiguity.
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Life's essence
Is not the dead body
In the lane.

It's the love-scene
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