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Old Cathedral

A POEM

By T.J. Kelly | October 1983

This granite faith was pressed against the sky

And, wonder, stood alone;

The truth of God translated for the eye,

A massive, silent prayer in stone.

An Apostrophe to Wordsworth’s Period

Wordsworth, thou shouldst be living at

this hour.

England hath need of thee, so hath…

Parting

Let the air be taken from me;

Let no water touch my tongue.

Though my…

Twentieth-Century Adam and Eve

As aliens yearn

For the native land.

We still return

To the garden —

Taste…