Austin Clarke - another Irish poet

The Planters Daughter.



When night stirred at sea

And the fire brought a crowd in,

They say that her beauty

was music in mouth

And few in the candlelight

Thought her too proud,

For the house of the planter

Is known by the trees.



Men that had seen her

Drank deep and were silent,

The women were speaking

whereever she went-

As a bell that is rung

Or a wonder told shyly

And O she was sunday

In every week.

By Austin Clarke

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It's all about YOU! : )

Beautiful work! Another great one!

Love,

Hal

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Short Sleeves Insights: Live An Ordinary Life In A Non-Ordinary Way

Lovely...

Very well done!

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Sharon Khardaji, Author/Poet