| I am the wind upon the sea I am the flood across the plain I am the hawk above the cliff I am the thorn beneath the rose I am the stag of seven tines I am the salmon in a pool I am wisdom; who but I cools the head aflame with smoke? I am the hills where poets walk I am the lure from beyond world's end I am the spear that rears for blood I am the tear the sun lets fall I am the breaker, threatening doom I am an infant; who but I peeps from the unknown dolmen arch? |
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First published: Sunday 27th October, 1996. Send a to the author! You may also use this form |
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