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Whate’re is born of mortal birth Must be consumèd with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to…
Read by Seamus Heaney, Lisa Dwan, Dominic West + 1 other
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant…
Read by Fiona Shaw, Bob Geldof, Sinéad Cusack + 2 others
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught…
Read by Edna O’Brien & Sinéad Cusack
Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And…
Read by Fiona Shaw, Patrick Kennedy, Edna O’Brien + 1 other
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed: and plunging down Forgot…
Read by Edna O’Brien, Patrick Kennedy & Grey Gowrie
Now must I these three praise – Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought,…
I never said I loved you, John: Why will you teaze me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon…
Read by Sophie Cookson & Joanna David
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or…
Read by Sophie Cookson, Joanna David & Pippa Bennett-Warner
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops…
Read by Eileen Walsh & Emilia Fox
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from your great…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
“Attack is more piquant than concord,” but when You tell me frankly that you would like to feel My flesh beneath your…
I like the mule: his sides are thin. He takes his ease in no man’s inn. When contrarieties are thick About his…
