Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Leprechaun Bait

2 comments:

Tim O'Keefe said...

Alone

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

James Joyce

cheryl said...

I pretty sure you could also bait me with these. I'm going to have to pick up a bag. Didn't even know about them