A Song for My FatherPeterloo Poets, 1989 - 61 páginas |
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... blood it fills their sad swimming pools seeps into verandahs and through bricks it hangs on their bullwire it creeps across the vaults of gold and deepens it becomes a scream it enters our conscience too with the wood of your coffin the ...
... blood it fills their sad swimming pools seeps into verandahs and through bricks it hangs on their bullwire it creeps across the vaults of gold and deepens it becomes a scream it enters our conscience too with the wood of your coffin the ...
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Desmond Egan. Romano your persecutors will only succeed in squeezing from your body the blood of Christ and though they dump you in one compound or another your soul flies with ease up over their pathetic cement their money sentries ...
Desmond Egan. Romano your persecutors will only succeed in squeezing from your body the blood of Christ and though they dump you in one compound or another your soul flies with ease up over their pathetic cement their money sentries ...
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... blood 4.30 a.m. the morning he went Daddie- and even yet even this wet windy August day I want to throw my arms around you shield you I who have no shield I'll go on ahead and he does now on a 52 IV: that morning in Intensive Care.
... blood 4.30 a.m. the morning he went Daddie- and even yet even this wet windy August day I want to throw my arms around you shield you I who have no shield I'll go on ahead and he does now on a 52 IV: that morning in Intensive Care.
Términos y frases comunes
afternoon American Wake androg Athlone back from Mullingar Benjamin blood bread CHILE Cornamagh Country-and-Irish couple of weekends death DESMOND EGAN Ding ding dong dole herm door Dormez EGAN A SONG einszwei einszwei empty Euainetos eyes face father fingers folded Frère Jacques glass glaury sticky grave Goldsmith gone gaunt hands head heart HIROSHIMA home job hope interpreted world Irish ISBN jobbb John McCormack KAVANAGH PRESS KILBEGGAN laugh Libya light lives look m'fhear memory mercy Christ mercy Lord mercy the poet MOLOISE month's mind Mother Russia moving never Newbridge Padraic Pearse paper cranes paperbag Patrick Kavanagh PETERLOO POETS phonecalls pissoff poem poetry polyp queues repente road Romano I salute Samuel Beckett Sé mo laoch shoppers Sicily silence sing SKYLARK smog someone Sonnez les matines soul streets talking Tarkovsky tristeza turned valiant necessary wanderer waiting walked wall weekends afterwards whistle widow woman asked window words youth