Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Coral Island Comments

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His arms were round a chest of oaken wood,
It was clamped with brass and iron studs, and seemed
An awful weight. After a while he stood
And I stole near to him.—His white eyes gleamed
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James Stephens
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Margaret O Driscoll 23 January 2016

A treasure of a poem!

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