Derek Mahon:Dawn at St. Patrick’sThere is an oldstatue in the courtyardthat weeps like Niobe its sorrow in stone.The griefs of the ages she has made her own.Her eyes are rain-washed but not hard,her body is covered in mould,the garden overgrown.One by onethe first lights come on,those that…
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