Tuesday 29 December 2015

Eire by Manuel Kneepkens


Eire

What am I to do in this rain-drenched
moss-green
island

the sun
sets there
whiskey-coloured

visit a Pub, I think
and from there
drunk...

-at the stroke of closing time
full of midnight
desires

plan to call
the sweetest copper-haired
of all Ireland

if she wants to be unfaithful,
Miss Deirdre of Usnach
with me, a stranger
from Bergen, North-Holland

(her fairylike green eyes
as frivolous
as an Easter Rising...)

westwards far
behind the molehills
of the pixies!


O, Ireland, Blissful Island
besides
the ulcus
of Ulster...

Manuel Kneepkens [1942]
(photo Internet)


Original title: Eire

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