Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Walking along the Grand Canal outside Dublin

Beyond The Twelfth Lock.

All the world was in a pool by the canal;
all the Autumn,
all the Summer turned peacock 
gazing at itself
quietly, still, face to the water.

Where I had seen the swans
flaming in Spring,
today I came on Summer, 
gold and beautiful,
about to die.

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