Jan De Raeymaeker
Jan De Raeymaeker Poems
- Born For Fire These boys are born for fire A pagan desire to...
- Take Me, Lunacy Will you, Lunacy, pledge To take me ere the ...
- Hoeboy In the thrall of tiredness This hoeboy glowers out ...
- Malin Head So old these grey bones; so old, and so ...
- A Luas Cums Into The Green The full length of a Luas thrust ...
- The Vagabond He's sitting awkwardly, set aside Dirty hands ...
- Grave Talk Don't talk of graves at your tender age Not ...
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He's sitting awkwardly, set aside
Dirty hands holding one stained leg
Grey beard grown to a point
Wide-brimmed flat-cap anointing his head
Gaze far away
Not on the buildings or people
Or his patchy mongrel stray
And I begin to wonder what he's staring at
Or if he's contemplating a great puzzle
Something mankind had long struggled to unravel
Perhaps he will smile suddenly
Laugh maybe, cry at his discovery
Rock back in quiet conclusion
The might of men colluded to cloud them
And he, homeless him, mind free
Nothing chained to ...