Poems by
Bernard Gilhooly
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Alien.


'In Spring the sweet Spring,

O soft and gentle season,

Happy the birds do sing.'



Gull's pale arrogant eye,

Cold as a Winter sea

Regards me as I walk by.



Robin, perched on my spade,

Outstares and outdares me,

Alien and afraid.



Crow of the iron beak

In shiny hangman black,

Disdains a creature so weak.



While from his back-lawn beat

Witty starling twits me

Out of my self conceit.



'In the Spring the sweet Spring

From a green world's heartland

I hear birds' sharp scorn ring'.







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