(IPOGS, Walls) The Return
Once more the red familiar
streets / Are round me;
and the Irish sky,/ Filled
with its myriad cloudy feats,
Bends deep above.
streets / Are round me;
and the Irish sky,/ Filled
with its myriad cloudy feats,
Bends deep above.
ΤΟ ΠΟΙΗΜΑ ΕΧΕΙ ΜΕΤΑΦΡΑΣΤΕΙ ΑΠΟ:
ΣΧΟΛΙΑ
ΠΡΟΣΘΗΚΗ ΣΧΟΛΙΟΥ
