L'Amour De Trois Oranges Poem by Dónall Dempsey

L'Amour De Trois Oranges

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LOVE FOR THREE ORANGES
frozen lake
the moon going: 'O'

the clock
preaching to me
in a voice like Time

I escape to memory
the clock now
nothing but a distant dot

moon
looking in the big window
smiling upon the humans

the shouts
of midnight skaters
the hiss of ice

an empty room
an empty night
ticking of a clock

whistles Prokofiev
the dog barks in time
he winds up the clock

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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