Liffey... what haven't you seen?
Isn't it a part of your art missing?
Don't you feel like going to sink?
Isn't your water now like stone?
Isn't the enchantment somehow gone?
I can see you're nonchallant
And through your ways
There goes no seagull or brant
How cathartic were that days, weren't them?
Have you ever dreamt of being such close to tenderness?
Despite you have chased, can't reach over again..
How often that breathless osculations have accreted
your radiance?
No more obnubilation in a glance!
The subtle touches, mellifluous whispers
How many hours have you avoided
Just for being that reverie part of?
Which treasures were shining way upon
The sun
Which beats were quite loud out
Whereas any lover would understand
Liffey, your quietness
And the burning logings
Weren't this quite alluringly gorgeous?
So many times you've told
And blindly excuses were found
"Where passion might visit
careful paces are requisite"
Ah, yet qua crucifying matter!
Tell me, Liffey, would you cinder yourself into your own water?
