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Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou…
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep!…
Read by Lisa Dwan, Kelly Reilly & Emilia Fox
Down on the boulevards the crowds went by, The shouting and the singing died away, And in the quiet we rose to…
Read by Neil Dudgeon & Harold Pinter
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will…
Read by Edna O’Brien, Patrick Kennedy & Sinéad Cusack
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we…
