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view of Belfast Lough
Anonymous Verses
The Blackbird by Belfast Lough

What little throat
Has framed that note?
What gold beak shot
  It far away?
A blackbird on
His leafy throne
Tossed it alone
  Across the bay.

(translated by Frank O'Connor)

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