To Learn One Must Be Humble. But

Ineluctable Modality Of The Visible; At Least That If No More, Thought Through My Eyes. Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

Any Object, Intensely Regarded, May Be A Gate Of Access To The Incorruptible Eons Of The Gods.

Our Souls, Shame-wounded By Our Sins, Cling To Us Yet More, A Woman To Her Lover Clinging, The More The More.