A Song for My FatherPeterloo Poets, 1989 - 61 páginas |
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... firmly into streets gone eighty years old God bless now Desmond - and you Sam our navigator our valiant necessary wanderer to the edges of this interpreted world God bless LISTENING TO JOHN MCCORMACK like anything human music has body 14.
... firmly into streets gone eighty years old God bless now Desmond - and you Sam our navigator our valiant necessary wanderer to the edges of this interpreted world God bless LISTENING TO JOHN MCCORMACK like anything human music has body 14.
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Desmond Egan. LISTENING TO JOHN MCCORMACK like anything human music has body as well as soul in it so listening to him singing I hear not only the pure lyric note that note but with the exile's ear I can also find our shared Athlone a ...
Desmond Egan. LISTENING TO JOHN MCCORMACK like anything human music has body as well as soul in it so listening to him singing I hear not only the pure lyric note that note but with the exile's ear I can also find our shared Athlone a ...
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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 ...
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