If You Will Tell Me

Repression, However, Is Not The Most Obvious Characteristic Of The Sea; The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

You Are Not Male Nor Female, But A Plan Deep-set Within The Heart Of Man.