Edward Reilly

Letter to Xi

Till the blue grass turn yellow and the yellow leaves float in air … E. Pound, Canto 99 As the Sun moves towards Equinox, and the weather changes, So the ground beneath our feet begins to tremble like an aspen. …

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Silence in snowy streets

The footprints were black as tarmac, somehow withholding the light which otherwise streamed across the intersection of snowy streets: perhaps they had captured her soul as she walked from the basilica over to the poet’s monument and then to the …

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The house leans

The house leans against the icy southwesterlies, Dreaming itself as one of those pioneer ships threading Between gnarled cliffs near Glenample & barbed islands, Running in uncharted waters before five green fathoms Under a Moon too shy to show even …

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