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SeptemberColm Tóibín – 1955- The first September of the pandemic,The sky’s a watercolour, white and grey,And Pembroke Street is empty, and so isLeeson Street. This is the time after time,What the world will look like when the worldIs over, when people have been ushered intoSeats reserved for them in the luminousHeavens. Moving towards the cornerContinue reading “September : Colm Toibin : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”