From coves below the cliffs of the years
I have dipped into Ulysses,
A Vagrant, Tarry Flynn -
But for no more than ten minutes or a page;
For no more than to keep in touch
With minds kindred in their romance with silence.
I have not "met" God, I have not "read"
David Gascoigne, James Joyce, or Patrick Kavanagh;
I believe in them.
Of the song of him with the world in his care
I am content to know the air.