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The Wild Wind: droighneach
Believe me: there is nothing evident found in the wild wind’s sad apology that echoes the swift, mad accident of an empirical chronology. The sound careens off the walls and multiplies, pale murmurs slipping along an endless cavity where caught … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, droighneach, echoes, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, silence, time, wind
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With one word aloud
With one word aloud, the illusion is broken as the echo fades. So deep, this still well, that a small sound is strengthened and seems so much more. But echoes will fade; and in the gaping silence words do not … Continue reading