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the churchtower —

and there it stands

as a beacon of the life

I used to have                                 calling me back to where I used to live

not that far from now

but far enough to

look quite small

it pricks the sky just above the horizon

but that doesn’t mean much

it doesn’t do anything

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Poem piece

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,

For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives

In the valley of its making where executives

Would never want to tamper, flows on south

From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,

Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,

A way of happening, a mouth.

— Part II, “In Memory of WB Yeats” by WH Auden

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