dedalus Posted May 9, 2010 Share Posted May 9, 2010 (edited) Old lazy lizardslither you come swiftly softly down concomitantly coiling on your way to Dublin Town. Here be a bridge, be water, be people walking, talking in a rapid half-sung dialect, warbling inta mobile phones. I hear tones of sub-aqueous subterranean splendour, raising the heads of sleeping river gods, the Lord of Light, hidden spirits within ancient aching stones. picture: Jack B. Yeats: The Liffey Swim Edited May 27, 2010 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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