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Saturday, August 31, 2013

True Love.


Only the sane can realise
they are insane;
no inane faith objects
to prop up their failing house.

I see a fissure opening 
in the cliff face of my fears;
mollusc  I am not
but memory of mollusc I must be.


©Niall OConnor
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Good Bookshops stocking Change in the Wind
Scribbles (Drumcondra)
Books Upstairs (College Green)
Santry Community Resource Centre


2 comments:

  1. I don't know what to say or where to say it, but I don't want to say nothing. My condolences on the loss of Seamus Heaney.

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  2. An era had ended liza_mae, but how many of us can say that we have helped shape the way a generation thinks. It was an honour to have met and talked to the man that was Seamus Heaney.
    Niall

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