Island By Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill Your body an island in the great ocean. Your limbs spread on a bright sheet over a sea of gulls. Your forehead a spring well mix of blood and honey-- it gave me a cooling drink when I was burning a healing drink when I was feverish. Your eyes are mountain lakes a lovely August day when the sky sparkles in the waters. Flowing reeds your eyelashes growing at their margins And if I had a boat to go to you a white bronze boat not a feather out of place on it but one feather red feather with white back making music to my self on board I'd put up the soft white billowing sails: I'd plough through high seas and I would come where you lie solitary, emerald, insular. |
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