Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.