In fact, in lyric poetry, truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.
If self is a location, so is love.
I might enjoy being an albatross, being able to glide for days and daydream for hundreds of miles along the thermals. And then being able to hang like an affliction round some people's necks.
I credit poetry for making this space-walk possible.
The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life.
The dotted line my father's ashplant made On Sandymount Strand Is something else the tide won't wash away.