Dónall Dempsey Poems

The kitten
goes limp

as the best form
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THE YELLOW ROOM
(for Bryan)

I want to go
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Bright yellow flower
dazed...standing in a vase

tries to remember
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The weather reports
there will be

humans
...

'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '

'The heart bone's
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I wear my father’s face.
I have inherited his gaze
his gentle way of seeing.
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'The snow is dying! '
she cries for the melting snow.
'Don't go...please...don't go! '
But the sun hunts the snow down
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You step forth
from your bath

as if you were
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I waited with
the bubbles

to cross the street.
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'No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool.'
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