Returning ‘You say I am repeating something I have said before… I shall say it again. This is the spring time but not in time’s covenant.’ – T.S. Eliot, East Coker/Little Gidding One afternoon I woke up words no one uses now: When Flora had ourfret the firth, in May of every moneth queen, when … Continue reading Two poems by Kevin Cahill
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Two poems by Mary Noonan
The Moths The artist is sitting, perfectly still, by his mulberry tree, watching it. He has been in that pose all day. The white moths have flown through my open window, drawn by the light of a bedside lamp. They are everywhere – cloaking the walls, sleeping in the folds of sheets, crawling over the … Continue reading Two poems by Mary Noonan
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