Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

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Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

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Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

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One day
we’ll go to New York
and we’ll walk and talk and laugh
make love there.

One day...
One day
I finally got to go to New York.
You were lost
in the Past.

And all New York
(spread glitteringly at my feet)
could mean to me
was
the absence of you.
I stood in Central Park
in the dark

and cried
and sang
Black is the Colour of my True love’s Hair
for the you
no longer there!

Dónall Dempsey

Thursday, August 23, 2007

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Scarlett Treat 23 August 2007

The heartbreak here...in something that can be felt, seen, tasted almost. To plan and dream for so long...and have it come to nothing...how sad and empty to see NY by oneself....

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