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and stole towards the bed
With a useful introduction by the editor
is about Dublin but also by extension it is about Europe and the citizen
in Louis MacNeice's phrase
on the verge of leaving to make new lives or struggling to contain the frustrations of island life within their decisions to stay put
Bone Fire Giuseppe Belli and stole towards the bedThe bones are the bones of the poet integral to the landscape of her body. The bones are the spines of trees, the bone white of the moon. They belong to the hawk, the blackbird, the lion and the deer. They are, too, the bones of the dead and discarded, the martyred and maimed and the simply inconvenient. They are the bones of the forgotten, who have not forgotten us. The fire is love and lust a lovers tongue, a naked woman. Its the red stones of a
