December 31, 2004

Ire’ Land

Cuculain was there,
     dreamt by skiff’d seas
and beehive huts
     till Patrick called to Joy
those of farm and sacrament.

        Eire,
        Sweet Eire!
thee honeysuckle maidens
sing a chaste past
without regard to time or fashion
your Ave Maria’s in the rain
drip-drop Holy Water
echoing Baptism’s song:
        Sing to me again!

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