Nov 2012
Before we parted, on Shanganagh cliffs—
And crashed in sweet Éire, without word, all views
And burned down in the sun by a california rift,
We gleamed like new falcons in a wood-view mews.
And crashed in sweet Éire, without word, all views
And burned down in the sun by a california rift,
We gleamed like new falcons in a wood-view mews.
