Friday, March 25, 2016

AFTER DREAMING ABOUT STANISLAUS JOYCE



A fine thing! Your brother has a destiny
So strong it casually picks you up in Dublin
And deposits you in Trieste
Where you teach English for many years
The poems you never wrote mourn for you.
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