Tuck your Lee and your Liffey in their respective beds of varicose marble and put them away for ever. Your waterproof shrouds are gone to shreds and won’t stand mending. So it’s time to sever
I fished it out of ill-assorted linguistic clutter that came with this unsolicited country, with its cold sky, with unwanted scenery, with a random splatter
Shopping centre at night, old ladies’ delight. A cuppa and Turkish Delight. My mother will never learn, haggard and careworn, to shop for an evening gown. Whispering ‘How nice!’
Why don’t you leave me? Go your own way, display your tacky, outdated fares: rattle you markets, strut your fountains, roll out acres of your stairways,