Pitched from the quiet sound Of your flower-tender Voice. Need breaks on my strand; You’ve gone, I am at sea. Until you resume command Self is in mutiny.
Death of a Naturalistby Seamus HeaneyFaber & Faber, London
1. Jan.Jan 1, 2025
Pitched from the quiet sound Of your flower-tender Voice. Need breaks on my strand; You’ve gone, I am at sea. Until you resume command Self is in mutiny.