Website: https://textworksite.com
My Internet Archive : https://archive.org/details/@christine-elizabeth
Website 2008-2021: poethead.wordpress.com & its archive: https://ph1.omeka.net
(I have been doing my own archives Via Omeka, I.A and others since I began publishing) #Poetry
To the stars, lovely-asunder
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and
Glow, glory in thunder;
Gerard Manley Hopkins from 'The Wreck of the Deutschland'
#Images #Poets #Hopkins #Kissmyhandtothedappled-with-damsomwest
To the stars, lovely-asunder
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and
Glow, glory in thunder;
Gerard Manley Hopkins from 'The Wreck of the Deutschland'
#Images #Poets #Hopkins #Kissmyhandtothedappled-with-damsomwest
#archives #WinterTrees #Winter
humag.co/poetry/small...
tree’s bole coldfoots the mire
she
gathers to herself a small black mirror
Published, Bind, Turas Press, 2018
#archives #WinterTrees #Winter
humag.co/poetry/small...
tree’s bole coldfoots the mire
she
gathers to herself a small black mirror
Published, Bind, Turas Press, 2018
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‘The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.’
🖼️ The Sun, Munch
‘The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.’
🖼️ The Sun, Munch
agus a ceol buí a thógail i scornach na h’éanaithe.'
poethead.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/a...
(I wrote this in Irish originally, but only retained one line of it)
#Archive #TwelveYears
agus a ceol buí a thógail i scornach na h’éanaithe.'
poethead.wordpress.com/2012/01/21/a...
(I wrote this in Irish originally, but only retained one line of it)
#Archive #TwelveYears
Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn
Upon the misty border of the wood…
Yeats
Joseph Beuys, 1985
Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn
Upon the misty border of the wood…
Yeats
Joseph Beuys, 1985
down the abandoned heaven.
D. H. Lawrence, November by the Sea
down the abandoned heaven.
D. H. Lawrence, November by the Sea
First published Poetry Ireland Review N°138, An Eavan Boland Special Issue. Editor, @nessao.bsky.social
journals, and: bibliography, and: publication notes: textworksite.com/journals-bib...
#EavanBoland #Poems
First published Poetry Ireland Review N°138, An Eavan Boland Special Issue. Editor, @nessao.bsky.social
journals, and: bibliography, and: publication notes: textworksite.com/journals-bib...
#EavanBoland #Poems
poethead.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/t...
#Archives #WinterPoems
poethead.wordpress.com/2011/12/31/t...
#Archives #WinterPoems
#AI #AIPolicy #IntellectualRights
#AI #AIPolicy #IntellectualRights
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. Eliot, 1934
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
T. S. Eliot, 1934
I archived them at @archive.org archive.org/details/reed...
I archived them at @archive.org archive.org/details/reed...
#MorningStar #Venus #Winter #ArchivePoems
#MorningStar #Venus #Winter #ArchivePoems