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This poem is taken from PN Review 98, Volume 20 Number 6, July - August 1994.

Three Poems Sinéad Morrissey

Wish

I'll stand you by the Mourne Wall
And it will be Easter. Sheep and mist
And a wind that would blow you to Ballynahinch.

I hang on your every word
But the wind is too greedy, and as curious as I am.
I have to catch them in flight before they cartwheel down the
                                                       valley

'Jesus' 'Cold' 'Viking' 'Afterworld'

And I would become a tent for all the winds of this gully
To keep them off you. Then, blown huge but still
In range, I would hear again your vision of hills.


Leaving Flensburg

This city settled on you in layers of days
That brought a grounding with them, that sense of knowing
Where your feet belonged. Memory built the way
In which you recognised the place, decided how much your
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