Terence Winch Poems
- The Irish Riviera I wish I could remember the names of these...
- Social Security No one is safe. The streets are unsafe. even...
- Sleep Waltz Get old enough so you won't have much to ...
- My Friends They came here first in a car shaped like a ...
- Mission Statement When I die I promise to haunt all my ...
- Non-Possession Is One-Tenth Of... Do not travel over ...
- Mysteries All last night I kept speaking in this archaic ...
Terence Winch,originally from New York City, now lives in the Washington, DC, area. In the early '70s, he was one of DC's "Mass Transit" poets and was closely associated with the New York writers connected with the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church in lower Manhattan.
Winch, the son of Irish immigrants, has also been part of Irish-American cultural life, both as musician ... more »
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The Irish Riviera
I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded
[from Irish Musicians/American Friends, Coffee House Press, 1985]