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1 " God help usyou full of talk of a city called Edinburghand me in silence so very deep we were so very much in love.And the burns and sikes and streamsthough shallowwere deep music to us.You trout-tickler,you flower-picker,climber in willow trees, me laughing belowas best I could laugh, though you never thought it ugly.Indeed the word you used was the word beautiful,pinning cowslips behind my ears,you patting and running fingers through ourbeckwashed hair.Lying by the marigold bedsbare toes entwined, then dancing under branchesbefore the elms ever died. But our mutual hearts never did.Bar it is 7 and your raining ragemust ceaseunder my morning moon.In my dawn shawl looking dawndown upon youin your foot-striding fellhighhighupuptopheavyrainbeatingrainrain.We have always walked together so long.In the long grass we walked and walked forever so long so very language longand I could say so once you had the slate in my lap.My tongue blank - FOREVER, word we wrote on a slate, rememberwhen you taught me? - only my hands and eyes moving now - twodaughters we could have had - but I am looking kindly and lovingly on you'Please do it'- cool your raging fire lovelorn heart - for me.And love me - forever. "
― Barry MacSweeney ,
2 " together we had water and silence and fire and togethernessthe lights of all you didn't say knots my life and all dreams. "