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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To, for, or against an Irish Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When you re-ad alou-d your ow-n po-ems –<br>(prizewinners, dammit, every one) -<br>lingering on every no-un, ad-jective and ad-verb<br>as if they are simultaneously ancient jewels<br>that you’re touching, showing to us; and yet<br>new jewels you’re yourself in wonder at…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">clothing e-ach w-ord with the sc-ent<br>of peat fire, soda bread, a glowing hearth; <br>a child asleep there in the corner; <br>a woman who’s grown rich, timeless in your love; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">outside the cry of curlew, seagull, <br>the slap of wave on cliff; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but edged, sharp, like the sudden<br>intake of breath, with centuries on centuries<br>of uprisings cruelly downtrodden, <br>famine, allegiances, <br>leprechauns and muskets and the Armalite…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">all these wrapped in baby’s or in widow’s shawl; <br>the shawl of memory that is a poem..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">when you read you-r ow-n ver-se like this –<br>may-aking a tri-nity of vow-els from each Anglo-Saxon one –</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">then, I’m emerald green with envy, <br>reading my own verse in your imitated voice<br>as if it were those precious ancient new-found jewelled words…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and wishing that all poets – or no poets at all –<br>were, are, shall be, Irish-born…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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