has not altered;—
  a place as kind as it is green,
  the greenest place I’ve never seen.
Every name is a tune.
Denunciations do not affect
  the culprit; nor blows, but it
is torture to him to not be spoken to.
They’re natural,—
   the coat, like Venus’
mantle lined with stars,
buttoned close at the neck,—the sleeves new from disuse.
 
If in Ireland
  they play the harp backward at need,
  and gather at midday the seed
of the fern, eluding
their “giants all covered with iron,” might
there be fern seed for unlearn—
ing obduracy and for reinstating
the enchantment?
  Hindered characters
seldom have mothers
in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.
 
It was Irish;
  a match not a marriage was made
  when my great great grandmother’d said
with native genius for
disunion, “Although your suitor be
  perfection, one objection
is enough; he is not
Irish.”  Outwitting
   the fairies, befriending the furies,
whoever again
and again says, “I’ll never give in,” never sees
 
that you’re not free
  until you’ve been made captive by
  supreme belief,—credulity
you say?  When large dainty
fingers tremblingly divide the wings
of the fly for mid—July
with a needle and wrap it with peacock—tail,
or tie wool and
   buzzard’s wing, their pride,
like the enchanter’s
is in care, not madness.  Concurring hands divide
 
flax for damask
  that when bleached by Irish weather
  has the silvered chamois—leather
water—tightness of a
skin.  Twisted torcs and gold new—moon—shaped
lunulae aren’t jewelry
like the purple—coral fuchsia—tree’s.  Eire—
the guillemot
  so neat and the hen
of the heath and the
linnet spinet—sweet—bespeak relentlessness?  Then
 
they are to me
  like enchanted Earl Gerald who
  changed himself into a stag, to
a great green—eyed cat of
the mountain.  Discommodity makes
them invisible; they’ve dis—
appeared.  The Irish say your trouble is their
trouble and your
   joy their joy?  I wish
I could believe it;
I am troubled, I’m dissatisfied, I’m Irish.

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