Elizabeth Delaney Poems

As you were newly born in May
I held you first, Sweet Babe.
I took you from your Mother`s womb
Child of the child I made.
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The wild mountains are calling me again.
Did I try to cast them off?
Those dark blue hills of my youth?
I still lyricise about heather,
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Colour me up, colour me down.
Black is black. White is known.
Black. The colour of murder, of soul.
Black. The mood, thunder, coal.
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