The window is wide On a crawling arch of stars, and the night Reacts faintly to the mathematic Passion of a cello suite Plotting the quiet of my attic. — Thomas Kinsella Copy Share Image
“The first warp-spasm seized Cúchulainn, and made him into a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of. His shanks and his joints, every knuckle… — Thomas Kinsella Copy Share Image
The window is wide On a crawling arch of stars, and the night Reacts faintly to the mathematic Passion of a cello suite Plotting… — Thomas Kinsella Copy Share Image
