In The Golden Echo Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote “give beauty back to God”. When asked what beauty was, I couldn’t fit the Truth into my hands, and I’m afraid I let the moment pass.
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Dúlemán
This is revision 2 of this poem. I find myself trying to explain the noises and sensations of swimming at depths I couldn’t possibly know and wouldn’t survive. Dúlemán is a kind of seaweed, collected for food (and other uses). It never grows alone, as one strand, and is ever so fragile, and ever so strong.
Fall of Icarus
After Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, c.1555, Pieter Bruegel
The first station
If I write about someone that, whether they know or not, has altered the fabric of me, do I take something from them, is it selfish, or do I carry them, like the finest jewellery, or silver scar?
The Kicker
Two small donkeys, in a field of tattered things.
