I loved to carry Her violin case, its nose In air, its back end Nice and heavy, the balance Factored in and factored out.

The wintry haw is burning out of s… crab of the thorn, a small light f… wanting no more from them but that… the wick of self-respect from dyin… not having to blind them with illu…

And some time make the time to dri… Into County Clare, along the Fla… In September or October, when the… And the light are working off each… So that the ocean on one side is w…

So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its throat, ice founding itself Upon iron. The handle

He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, without

I sat all morning in the college s… Counting bells knelling classes to… At two o’clock our neighbors drove… In the porch I met my father cryi… He had always taken funerals in hi…

Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back

There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the slung bucket

The annals say: when the monks of… Were all at prayers inside the ora… A ship appeared above them in the… The anchor dragged along behind so… It hooked itself into the altar ra…

Perch on their water perch hung in… Near the clay bank in alder dapple… Perch they called ‘grunts’, little… I saw and I see in the river’s gl… That is passable through, but they…

The tightness and the nilness roun… when the car stops in the road, th… its make and number and, as one be… towards your window, you catch sig… on a hill beyond, eyeing with inte…