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What’s wrong with the road? Why all this hush? They’ve given an anaesthetic In the lunch-hour rush. They’ve shaved off the tarmac With a pneumatic drill, And bandaged the traffic…

by Caitriona O’Reilly (for St Patrick’s Day) They ask: the world gives them a stone, revolving until the greater part of her is in darkness. Out among the night-stations the…

by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill…