Maybe the first take of a place is the most correct one the sweet relief of green a shock of it! under open blue skies elaborately scalloped clouds nosy chickens familiar rivers what a long long long winter it had been the air no lighter than it was across the channel but I was immeasurably so happy even
We found the fried codin the glovebox two days later.It was that kind of night and my first in the country.It was wretched but I remember it fondly. A dead man in Galway,men dressed as nunsand swans at the mouth of the Corrib, and rain.Then the few wintering soulsof Inis Mor, and its cows lovely, soft-eyed and ambling.And waking, myself, in a chairto a stiff-backed dawning and the refrain of the innkeeper, born and raised and lived […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 