The eye can hardly pick them out
From the cold shade they shelter i
Till wind distresses tail and main
Then one crops grass, and moves ab
—The other seeming to look on—

Since the majority of me
Rejects the majority of you,
Debating ends forwith, and we
Divide. And sure of what to do
We disinfect new blocks of days

The widest prairies have electric
For though old cattle know they mu
Young steers are always scenting p
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the
Leads them to blunder up against t

The cloakroom pegs are empty now,
And locked the classroom door,
The hollow desks are lined with du
And slow across the floor
A sunbeam creeps between the chair

Lonely in Ireland, since it was n
Strangeness made sense. The salt
Insisting so on difference, made m
Once that was recognised, we were
Their draughty streets, end—on to

I have started to say
“A quarter of a century”
Or “thirty years back”
About my own life.
It makes me breathless

My age fallen away like white swad
Floats in the middle distance, bec
An inhabited cloud. I bend closer
A lighted tenement scuttling with
O you tall game I tired myself wi

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees

Beyond all this, the wish to be al
However the sky grows dark with in
However we follow the printed dire
However the family is photographed
Beyond all this, the wish to be al

Like the train’s beat
Swift language flutters the lips
Of the Polish airgirl in the corn
The swinging and narrowing sun
Lights her eyelashes, shapes