Theo Dorgan Poems
|1.||A Charm On The Night Of Your Birthday||10/20/2016|
|2.||A CHARM ON THE NIGHT OF YOUR BIRTHDAY||5/17/2018|
|3.||A SLOW POEM||5/17/2018|
|4.||A Slow Poem||10/20/2016|
|5.||All Ireland Final||6/24/2015|
|8.||SKULL OF A CURLEW||5/17/2018|
|9.||Skull Of A Curlew||10/20/2016|
|10.||The Match Down The Park||10/20/2016|
|11.||THE MATCH DOWN THE PARK||5/17/2018|
|12.||THE SECOND FORTUNE||5/17/2018|
|13.||The Second Fortune||10/20/2016|
|14.||Train To Derry||10/20/2016|
|15.||TRAIN TO DERRY||5/17/2018|
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Train To Derry
A crow beats on the updraft over a scragged hawthorn,
rocked but plunging on. A stick of Paras, bristling with nerves,
coughs and boots forward along the sheugh.
Long after the soldiers have gone, the crows will settle home.
Since Newry, choppers have been battling back and forth
across the track. These trains are overheated, sweat
stings in my underslept eyes; I'd rather the crows' lift and pluck
than to be here, rocked to the quick, driving on Derry.
I often wish, my love, that we were birds, the wide domains
of Ireland at our turn and fall, the ...