By Thomas McCarthy
Magic rain magic mist magic dew magic hail
Magic darkness magic sea magic waves magic
River magic fountain…
Magic darkness magic sea magic waves magic
River magic fountain…
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- By Derek Mahon1
Down the long library each marble bust
shines unregarded through a shower of dust
where a grim ghost… - By Denise LowLive jazz at El Fresco is one guy, electric plinks,
until he turns off the switch, closes his eyes,
and… - By Hayden CarruthScrambled eggs and whiskey
in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
but sweet… - By Peter BalakianI drove through the narrow Gods—
privet and cholesterol, or
Irish creamery butter as the waiter
called… - By Eavan BolandI have two daughters.
They are all I ever wanted from the earth.
Or almost all.
I also wanted one… - By William Butler YeatsWine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we… - By Jean BlewettThere’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea,
Here’s to the Saint that blessed it!
And here’s to the… - By Eliza CookSt. Patrick’s Day! St. Patrick’s Day!
Oh! thou tormenting Irish lay—
I’ve got thee buzzing in my brain… - By Charlotte Elizabeth TonnaFrom the region of zephyrs, the Emerald isle,
The land of thy birth, in my freshness I come,
To waken… - By George BilgereI can see her in the kitchen,
Cooking up, for the hundredth time,
A little something from her
Limited… - By James JoyceMy love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies… - By Conor O'CallaghanLove not
being in the loop.
Grant the spruces’ wish,
the golf compound
graying out of use,
suvs in … - By Barton SutterFarewell to the starlight in whiskey,
So long to the sunshine in beer.
The booze made me cocky and frisky… - By William Butler YeatsDown by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white… - By Joyce Kilmer"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave."
Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter… - By Jack PrelutskyI found a four-leaf clover
and was happy with my find,
but with time to think it over,
I’ve entirely… - By Eva Gore-BoothThe grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
And there is traffic in it and many a horse…