Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.163 Irish setter <not posted yet>

Irish setter

         for Kathleen

To be drawn to the fawn dawn dust,
to be lost among those ghostly motes,
to be Irish waiting for the English to leave.
O to be patient and still persevere,
to lust long for some other reality,
to be free of this leash and my master.

© Kåre Enga [166.163] 2009-08-06