Wednesday, 20 April 2016

1 Poem by Ted Mc Carthy


It is the empty air 
that knits fragments of birdcall. 

Light breaks in divine discord 
while the wise ear sleeps 

then wakes to the pinhead 
of a bird's happiness. 


Ted Mc Carthy lives and teaches in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, UK, USA, Canada Austraia and Germany. He has had two collections published,'November Wedding', and 'Beverly Downs'. He is currently working on a third collection, as well as a series of translations. 

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