La Figlia Che Piange Poem by Dónall Dempsey

La Figlia Che Piange



Mr. Eliot vexes her
without question

(wrapping a ringlet around her little finger)

made to learn off
(by heart)

- even though her heart isn’t in it –

his FIGILA CHE PAINGE.

All the young lady can do
is...weep!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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