Sunday, September 12, 2010


(To Ireland.)

To the homeland I've never seen
and barely know,
yet your sweet anthems
play the strings of my heart
like your lyres and flutes
whistle through my soul.
A steady rhythm, my heartbeat thumps.
Can I miss you yet?
Though we've never met?
Play on, musicians,
my lovers and friends,
my brothers and sisters --
sing our mother's lullaby
until I know her loving arms.

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