The gentle Northern tongue
travel took not from me,
the Scots would not look on,
Southrons would sing wrong,
...
'Death singles out the great, '
and as this year's low sun subsided
it singled you - and the untrodden airwaves,
the fluttering impulse of internet
...
That moment, a deer swam the pool
crossing the river to sunlight
from oak thickets, we stood
as if stricken with awe
...
Aye! Yes! Yell sale!
All ye lasses see's alane
a lave an leaven lye, all leal,
yea, yell, all sell ales,
...
Swirled colour
no prentice pillar
in cool interior
...
The dance hall was closed
and converted to cinemas.
A niche film was showing.
The two gay guys,
...
Mile-wide ruin of a city,
ruin of a town,
told tales fragmented,
your lost poet foiled,
...
A motorway, overwhelmed at dawn
by thousands of geese unwinding their skeins
on fields of translucent white, tea-leaves
...
I loved it then and still remember
the way the city let me wander there,
the smelly Liffey and the drollery
by colonnade and bridge, establishment and square.
...