Nothing is left in my memoryof a summerthat promised nothing.except the ominousend of it. But I remember clearlythat autumn when darkness cameto lend its cover to a killing seasonseeing at last these ill-at-ease petalsestranged from moonlight and still related to it: outcasts of metal, of steel
-Eavan Boland
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