Biography of Eoghan Finn
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Eoghan Finn Poems
Becoming Of Age
More than young woman Now, liberal and cunning Now, blessed and becoming How you're welcoming
She knows her own To trim, to clip. Most perfect form From root to tip.
I am of the Darkest matter, Marvelous in my Insignificance Like the Great captain of a Ghost ship Steering towards Indifference.
Every second I’ve tried for peace. But long may it remain Above and out
My only want in all that's holy; To be crowned. 'As much he frowned- he smiled, Though he fled and grew wild.'
Waking from a dopey sleep Hoping any thoughts I keep Today are not another's wishes I pray be unfulfilled-
With respect to the banal Or matters less trivial. The time spent wishing Sat under a tree-
God bless my little heart And all it might Learn, learn again and Relearn in spite
Speaking From The Heart
I chose my discourse The one with volume After volume. I leak My words from the tip,
She knows her own
To trim, to clip.
Most perfect form
From root to tip.
When we dance
Green waves, she sways
Below her breath
She softly says;