![]() ![]() ![]() While she is speaking, Her voice goes sweetly To charm the herons in titer musing. Music might listen To her least whisper, Learn every note for all are true. He sees the tumble of brown hair Unplait, the breasts, pointed and bare When nightdress shows From dimple to toe‐nail, All Mabel glowing in it, here, there, everywhere. They kiss without scandal Happiest two near feather‐bed. Lucky the husband Who puts his hand beneath her head. For what preliminary bearings does anyone need to take, to register the radiant presence of Clarke's “Mabel Kelly”?. He died in 1974, and now hardly anyone outside Ireland knows his work even inside Ireland he was recognized only tardily and grudgingly-for reasons that we need to understand if we're to get our bearings on one of the strangest and most original English‐language poets of this century.Īnd yet at first sight this seems to be untrue. Austin Clarke, the Irish poet, was born in 1896. ![]()
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