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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 & 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 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 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…
