Martin Mc Carthy Poems

You sleep here always in my bed,
Your soul is never far from me,
No matter what the gods have said.
...

Two small pebbles washed up together
at the same time, in the same place,
after a whole tidewash of transformations;
two small pebbles named you and me.
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Because of the dirge in the dance,
because of the salt in the wave,
because of the fading glow
of the perfect ring,
...

We are way out here on the edge
of town,
and a breathless, gushing ocean
clings to your tidewash of shards.
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It's a squally September morning
and on the pavement outside my window
a blonde woman and a blonde girl -
presumably her daughter - are strolling
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I
What can I say about Bob Dylan?

That some strange, authentic light
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