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This poem is taken from PN Review 93, Volume 20 Number 1, September - October 1993.

'In Memory' Thomas Kinsella

You were silver-quiffed and tall
and smiling above us in public,
formal and at ease. Established.
Introducing I have forgotten what.

It is you I remember.
Authoritative, from the Department.
Published recently and discussed.
Managing both careers.

The audience, mainly literary
stood about, interested
in what was to come. But we
were gathered at your feet.

The years passed. Our group broke up.
The character of our generation
emerged, with the fulfilment
and the failure of early promise,

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