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Eamon Grennan


  • Poetry November 13, 2003

    Full Moon

    Clouds curdle round it, crack open, let it through.
    Radiance shades by cloudshapes; fat fruit
    of incandescence; sphere of peeled silver. I wonder

    Eamon Grennan

  • Poetry November 13, 2003

    Man Making the Bed

    Psalm after psalm into a dead sea of silence: they invite
    their own enormous, endangered day. Scalded, lord,
    by sunlight and the lizards watching, licking dust,

    Eamon Grennan

  • November 13, 2003

    At Work

    On slow wings the marsh hawk is patrolling
    possibility--soaring, sliding down almost to ground level,
    twisting suddenly at something in the marsh hay or dune grass,

    Eamon Grennan