How is it that I never learned any of that language?
People too are like language: never experiment!
The ones I kept in bottles are in bottles still. Brighter now.
You would ring at one o’clock every Sunday,
Its sound is a guide for the perplexed –
Now it’s one or a little after. This is not sad.
Just play that stroh violin and be glad.
Laurence O’Dwyer won the 2005 Hennessy New Irish Writing Award for poetry. He holds a PhD in paradigms of memory formation from Trinity College Dublin and is a research fellow at Goethe University. contact
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